“What?” I asked clearly confused. So many questions were going through my mind, but I only managed to say one. “How do you know Professor Dumbledore?”
“I am a close friend of his,” said Coach Woyan, again.
I nodded. “But how?”
Pushing his chair back, Coach Woyan opened a drawer in his desk and started rummaging through it. Coach Woyan took a slim box out and I immediately recognized it. Every wizard or witch in London would have recognized it.
It was a box from Ollivander’s Wand Shop.
A box that contained your wand when you buy it.
“You — you’re a wizard?” I asked.
“That’s right. And remember back when you got your Hogwarts acceptance letter.”
I nodded, remembering how excited and confused I had been back then.
Coach Woyan smiled grimly and continued. “Remember that there was a man who explained everything to you? What was Hogwarts and how you were a witch?”
“Yeah, I remember,” I said while I nodded again. “He also brought me to Diagon Alley.”
I remembered the amused look on the middle-aged man as he showed me how to get to Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron and as I explored the place. (“Those knitting needles, they’re knitting a scarf all by itself!” “Yes. That’s what magic can do.”)
“I am that man.”
“What? How?” I was even more confused than before. “You look nothing like the man.”
“Have you ever learned about the Polyjuice Potion?” asked Coach Woyan.
I nodded. The Polyjuice Potion was an advanced potion used to make the drinker transform into someone else. Fred and George always told me the story about how the two of them and four others had turned into Harry Potter all at once. And whenever George would get to the part where he would explain how a Sectumsempra spell made him lose his ear, he would always go into details to my disgust.
“Well,” said Coach Woyan, “I used a Polyjuice Potion to change into a Muggle, and with Albus’s permission, I was the one who went to your house to explain everything about the Wizarding World to you.”
Now that I thought about it, I remembered that the man was always holding a flask, and drank from it every so often.
“But why did you drink a Polyjuice Potion? Fred had told me that it tasted disgusting. Like rotten eggs and vomit. You could have just came as yourself.”
“I knew you would ask that.” Rummaging through his desk again, Coach Woyan took out a small picture frame, and placed it away from me. “Have you ever wondered what happened to your father?”
“Loads of time,” I answered, not knowing where the conversation was going.
“Sarah, I am your father.”
Coach Woyan kept on surprising me more and more. First, he tells me that he knows Professor Dumbledore. Then he tells me that he’s my father. What was he going to say next? ‘Jokes on you, you’re father is actually He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?’
“What? I-if you’re my father, then why did you leave my mother and me?” Once again, Coach Woyan had made many questions spin through my mind.
“Two months after your mother had been impregnated, the Potters were killed. And although everyone celebrated that Voldemort was defea—”
I gasped. “You just said He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s name!”
Coach Woyan looked confused for a second then realized what he had just said. “In the past fifteen-sixteen years, I’ve learned that you should never let your fears control you and that you should learn to conquer them before they completely destroy your future.
“Now where was I? Ah, yes, although everyone celebrated that Voldemort was defeated, I had a feeling that he wasn’t. And your mother loved magic so much, but I knew that the Wizarding World was too dangerous. So I had to leave her hoping that you wer—”
“Wait. How did my mother love magic so much if she never knew about the Wizarding World until I got my Hogwarts acceptance letter?”
“Before I left her, I used a Memory Charm so that she wouldn’t try to be part of the Wizarding World. I also changed many things about her like how her surname was not Willows but in fact Williams so that many of my Wizarding friends who knew her wouldn’t be able to contact her.”
I tried to process everything in my mind, but it was all so overwhelming.
I had always thought that my father never wanted me because he left, but he actually cared for me. I had always thought that I was a Muggleborn, but I was actually a half-blood wizard.
I had always thought that I lived a life that I knew very well, but the life I lived in, was a complete lie.
I had more questions in my head than I had ever had in my lifetime. Some were simple questions, while others were as complicated as the riddles the eagle knocker gave us to enter the Ravenclaw Tower.
So I asked many questions. Ones that Coach Woyan answered immediately. And ones that took Coach Woyan a while to think about.
But we didn’t have all day to ask and answer questions.
I completely forgot that we were still at the Muggle secondary school until the warning bell rang.
“You better get going to class,” said Coach Woyan. “If you have any more questions, I’ll be here tomorrow morning. I have paperwork to fill out school’s next rounders match tonight.”
I had also completely forgotten about Emily who had been sitting outside Coach Woyan’s office, but when I exited his office, Emily was nowhere to be found. She had most likely already left to go to her first period class.
Walking through the nearly empty halls of the school, I stopped in my track.
I had forgotten to ask Coach Woyan why I hadn’t gotten into the school rounders team.
Did it really matter that I was his daughter? I had a feeling that there was going to be a whole other story that I was going to learn the next day.
After school, I told Caroline that I needed to go to the Leaky Cauldron, or as she liked to call it 'The Shady Pub.' I knew that she would never dare to step foot in there. This wasn't necessarily a lie, but it wasn't necessarily the truth either.
I was actually going to meet up with Weasley twins. They were the only physical contact I had to the Wizarding World, and I hadn't met up with the in a while.
My visits to the Weasley twins’ shop became more rare as Diagon Alley became more and more dangerous to be wandering around as a non-Death Eaters.
But whenever I did visit the Weasley twins, we used our time very wisely.
Splitting off from Caroline at an intersection, I ran all the way towards the Leaky Cauldron.
Entering the pub, I waved at Tom, the landlord who was cleaning the dirty counter with an even dirtier rag, as I ran past him and into the back towards the brick wall. Counting the bricks above the trash can, I muttered, “Three up… two across…” Finding the correct brick, I tapped it three times with my wand.
The brick I touched quivered. In the middle, a small hole appeared and grew wider and wider. A second later, I was facing an archway onto an abandoned cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
Keeping my wand in hand in case of a random attack, I quickly made my way towards the Weasley twins’ bright shop.
“Guess what?” I asked as I entered the shop.
George’s head popped out from above. “What?”
“I found out who my father is.”
This time, Fred’s head popped out from above. “Really?”
Nodding frantically, I ran up the stairs to meet up with George and Fred. Sitting down at a table, I accepted a cup of tea and began telling my story about who was Coach Woyan and how I found out he was my father.
As I finished my story, Fred looked at George confused. “Do you know of any pure-blood Wizarding family called the Woyan’s?”
Thinking hard, George finally said, “Not from the top of my mind. But it does not ring any bells.”
Fred turned to look at me in the eye. “Are you sure that this ‘Coach Woyan’ only changed your mother’s surname, and not also his own?”
“I don’t really know,” I admitted. “I mostly just asked stuff about my family, like if they were still alive or not.”
“Well don’t rely on him too much. Nowadays, you would be bonkers to trust a wizard you just met who claims to be your dad.”
Looking out the window, George said, “Well, it’s about to become dark. You better leave now in case you get attacked.”
Standing up, I gathered my things and waved a goodbye at George and Fred as I left their shop.
Walking past Tom who was serving a lone customer, I couldn’t help but just think about what Fred had just said.