You were born reaching for your mothers hand victim to your fathers plans. Your family comes from a long line of powerful healers. Everytime a daughter is born she holds the power of the gods themselves. The embodiment of the great healer then moon. Healers are a rare thing in the world. Doctors and nurses you can find anywhere. There’s hospitals clinics training programs. Anyone can flick there wand and cast a healing spell. A healer or what the public calls them divines hold a special kind of power. He magic comes from the earth from their core. In the correct light you can see the liquid hold running through there veins. Healers preform the unimaginable healing the most drastic of wounds. The practice being around sense the first days of magic. Many bloodlines have died off. It is not easy being a healer intact it’s quite impossible. Healing takes from the soul of overworked healers can die. Every big heal rips them to pieces and they have to wait to piece themselves back together. There used to be many more but that was until the first wizarding war. Healers were taken and kidnapped captured in the dungeons of the dark lord. They were exploited and had the power sucked out of them. It’s a time nobody talks about the event to shameful to even bring up. That night included your mother. Your father is a evil man. He manipulated her in ways you will never fully understand. He saw the magic as a tool joining the dark lord behind her back. Once he learned how a healer with the ability to channel a persons energy could do a disgraceful sinful act. Bloodbending, a practice where a healer takes control of the victim taking control over there body in a painful jerky process. It’s extremely hard for the healer and isn’t even spoken of always trying to be earsed. Your father wanted to build a army and when your mother found out she left him. He stopped her turning her into the dark lord and when his plan failed he sat there and watched his on wife shrivel up. Your mother in her last minutes of life poured every once of her being into a spell for your at the time she was pregnant with you. 15 years ago hikers stumbled open her body rotted and bones but intact was her belly in a glowing light. You popped out healthy and alive. It seemed impossible but the spell lasted long enough for you to live long enough to be born. Your father had long been arrested in Askaban. With no family left and almost all the healers killed in the war close family friends the Weasleys took you in despite already have many mouths to feed. Over the next 15 years your powers manifested and grew. You started with the basics before switching to ancient practices you found in hidden books in the library. At one point Arthur took you to your family’s old abandoned cottage where ancient family relics and books lay forgotten. Your studied ancient family practice and became one of the best healers to live. Your own 15 but hold the power of a full grown master healer. You attended Hogwarts where you studied under madam promfrey but really more taught her working in the infirmary excused from all classes. The past two years have been rough. Whispers of the dark lords retune have haunted the streets. The ministry has started to fall and the Weasleys took all there children out of school to stay at home safe. It pains you not to be able help but you know your better alive then dead. Now when you picture your mothers corpse her stomach still intact all you see is your face. Fear grips you even more sense there was a break at askaban and your father has disappeared along with other death eaters. Yesterday the seven potter plan took action and Harry was rescued brought to the burrow. Moody dieded and George’s ear was cut off but you healed him. Being a healer you take deaths vary hard and even through you were not close to moody it pains you beyond words of his death.