It's Friday. Sorry about the long wait between updates. Got a new job.

New chapter today! :) Once more, I don't own Harry Potter. Thanks KSharaKhan for reviewing.

My, isn't it a lovely spring day? The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and the buds on trees are growing. I was born in spring, did you know that? I suppose not, not many students care about the affairs of ghosts.

I don't know my exact birth date. We didn't track birthdays of poorer folks as well as they do now. I was raised by nuns, and they weren't sure how old I was when they found me outside the church. I still had the red skin of a newborn, that much the Sisters do recall. Or else it was from the chill of the night, they don't know for certain.

It was a somewhat common practice to leave children outside places they'd be taken care of. Our church was Catholic and it serviced a number of rural villages. Farmers often had more children than they could feed, so they left us in care of churches. There were seven of us at the church I grew up in. Myself, Rebecca, Samuel, Esther, Luke, Simon, and Dinah. Rebecca and Samuel were older than me. The rest came along later.

My childhood was very plain, to be completely honest. We all had chores.

Every morning at six am, we would pray the rosary. We were taught writing and maths by one of the Sisters. Breakfast was cornmeal and watered down milk. Then we did chores until dinner. Simon and Luke had to gather eggs from the chickens and milk the goat. I and Samuel chopped firewood or made chairs and other furniture to be sold. The girls spun wool, mended clothes and bedclothes, and cooked meals. Dinner was at noon, and it usually was baked fish and boiled potatoes. We had chores until it was dark. Then we read from the bible for an hour and discussed the readings. We had an apple or a pear and went to bed.

Life was the same until I received my Hogwarts letter. The Sisters and even Father Graham were suspicious.

Boarding schools were very rare in my times. Boys would go to apprentice with a master sometimes, but they would go home at nights. And for I, an unwanted, poor foundling to go to a private school; it was unheard of. Luckily, the farmers surrounding the church didn't know what Hogwarts taught or I would've been burned at the stake.

Once I got used to life at Hogwarts, it was easy. I was used to hard work, and I had a drive to learn.

In my third year, I took Magical Beasts and Their Habits, along with Healing. I took these classes up until my final year. Healing was my calling, I soon realized. Armed with my wand, and my knowledge of healing herbs and spells, I came back home.

Samuel and Simon were gone. They had both became priests. Samuel stayed in our church and was lined up to take over from Father Graham, who had very shaky hands and white hair. Simon went to Ireland. In my forth year at Hogwarts, Luke decided to live in a monastery. Esther and Dinah went to a covenant to become nuns. Rebecca was studying to be a teacher.

We had new charges as well. John was the oldest at age eight, then Anne and Eve, Deborah, and little Isaiah. Eve was blind in one eye. It was white and milky, and she got teased for it by the village children. I slipped potions into her food and it eventually went away. We all rejoiced and thanked God for His miracle. I also fixed small cuts and bruises with the recently invented "Episkey!"

Soon I was helping those who complained of arthritis, and summer colds, and ill children. Bolstered by my success, I asked to be transferred near a leprosy colony.

Within three years, all had clear skin and normal hands and feet.

The church elders grew suspicious. They thought I would contract leprosy, but I had cured them all. With a carved stick.

They executed me.

Why didn't I go to Heaven, the afterlife I believed in? I came back to Hogwarts because I felt betrayed by my church. And Hogwarts was the place where I discovered my passion for Healing.

So I came back, to hopefully help you find your passions.

Good luck, young ones.