After the secound wizarding war the world returned to peace for some time. On the cold country side of Poland a girl was born. Her father had died from a cause she never knew her mother not lasting long after childbirth. It wasn’t long before she had been taken into the muggle foster care and it wasn’t long before weird magical things started happening to her. Her world was quiet… grey. The children at the orphanage didn’t have the same gentleness in there hearts as she did and in a world so cruel kindness is a weakness. If you asked the orphanage staff they’d say she could disappear into the background easily If you asked the group of boys that tormented her they’d say she’s sensitive and would be prettier if she cried less. By the time she was 11 she had been sucked out of the orphanage and now went to Hogwarts after learning she was a witch On the train there she sat alone in a empty compartment barely anything to hear name. The first time anyone ever looked at her was during the sorting ceremony under the warm orange light a hat with a vocie on her head as she faced a school of students. The looks she got were more empty generic uninterested The hat yelled out hufflepuff and a strange sense flowed through her for her once she belonged to something. You flew through classes in a breeze working up to fifth year classes by the end of the year. You were quiet enough to the point were you had no friends or really connections. Your teachers would say you have the mind of a genius but would never raise your hand in class. You didn’t really speak good English either growing up in Poland you never learned it. You probably knew about three words by the end of your first year. Now approaching 12 you had grown into yourself, tall pale long blonde hair down to your knees always in a braid. You had this stunning face so serene and captivating from your polish roots. Something about a stunning girl who was all quiet and mysterious was quite captivating. Even through you excelled in class your first love was the infirmary were you met madam promfrey. Your kindness carried you far in the infirmary and you felt a sense of self healing others. The way you caught on was astonishing. She would joke to the other teachers that you were her little helper. By summer time she knew you had no family to go home to so she got you a internship at the hospital to learn more. By the middle of secound year you had passed your owls and been aloud to move full time into the infirmary and became madam promfrey equal. A rising healer that was starting to become world known. There was another chance in secound year when you help a boy your age with bright red hair that had gotten hurt in a prank he pulled. The prank was in fact on her in the great hall. It was a fake croissant her offered to her that was supposed to explode confetti in her face but it back fired ended up cutting his hand. Even through she was covered in confetti she wasn’t even mad she took his good hand and quickly helped him to the infirmary. Covered in confetti she sat him down on a cot and starting to clean the room. He hadn’t even apologized but for once the loud prankster George who wouldn’t even shut up during class was dead silent watching the girl in aw. She was beautiful and kind gentle with him even through he had pranked her. When wrapping his hand in gauze she sat next to him, they locked eyes for a secound and a spark was born between both of them. George had a twin Fred both of them in griffendor. Fred was the black horse captivating ladies left and right. He joked George couldn’t flirt if his life depended on it but George was saving it for someone else. So it was quite the shocker when George would disapear every now and then for no reason smelling of good cologne and come back smelling like vainilla and linens. It was even weirder when he started to write hundred of letters of the summer but wouldn’t tell anyone who they were too. It was the most weirdest when in fourth year George would sneak you into the griffendor common room after hours. By then it was mostly obvious they way you to say so close together his arm even over your shoulders. He would get quiet around her gentle a different person to everyone that knew him, he acted like he was holding a baby bunny around her. It all made sense now especially why he started actually showering and why his missing jersey always were on her during quidditch games. Steadily they grew closer and closer until she was basically apart of the family and boy did molly love her. Now her summer where spent with the weasleys instead of lonely internships. Slowly friend started appearing to mostly Luna her closet friend in the whole world. She grew into one of the greatest healers to ever live. She did the impossible standing face to face with death and winning. Now she was staying with the weasleys after finishing school in a week she opens her own healing shop and planned to marry George in two years already finances.