https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11772720/4/Country-Road
Dumbledore watched sadly from the little window at the door as the Healers talked to the inconsolable Sawada Nana; explaining about magic, what had been done to her and how they learned about her situation. She took the discovery of Magic well. Apparently, her grandmother had always talked about a hidden world of magic, she had just never believed in the woman. But learning that she had lost thirteen years of her life and that her daughter had to see her act the way she had been acting was just too much for her. The Healer patted her shoulder and walked out of the room, nodding to Dumbledore as he passed by him. The old Headmaster took a moment to breath before he opened the door and stepped into the room. "Are you the psychologist they said would be sent to see me?" Nana whispered, looking down at her hands. Dumbledore smiled gently, "No, dear. I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts." He said, "It's a magical school." "My daughter is student there…" She held back a sob, tears streaming from her eyes, "The docto – healers said so." "Ah yes… Miss. Potter is a brilliant student. One of the best that we have." "Potter." Nana looked up at him, "Is that the name she is using?" Dumbledore paused before answering. He truly didn't want to upset the young woman more than she already was. But Potter was Harry name and the Potters were her parents. There was no other way to see it or tell her in kind terms that she neither knew nor did she want to know her original name. Nana smiled sadly, "What's her first name?" "Harmony." "It's a beautiful name. Did her adoptive parents pick it up?" She stopped, her eyes widening and she looked more worried than sad, "Do her adoptive parents know she is in Japan?" Dumbledore blinked before he smiled. He could see where Miss Potter got her kindness from. "Unfortunately, the Potters died long ago… They were also old students of mine." He smiled, recalling the happy and arrogant James and the fierce and gentle Lily. "Oh…" She started crying again, "That's horrible. W-Would you tell me more them? A-And my daughter?" Dumbledore patted her hands. "What would you like to hear dear?" Nana smiled a little.