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Chapter 1:
Eleven years ago a young girl was born on April 8th under the new moon. To this child was given a great power. The power to heal. For eleven years she knew nothing of that power, and she wouldn't until she got her letter. The one that would arrive today.
"Amadeus! Amadeua! Lunch!" yelled the mother.
"Mother you hardly need to call me for lunch," said 16 year old Amadeus, Amadeua's older brother.
Her mother rolled her eyes and set the plates down on the table. "You've both received letters today in the mail. Amadeua, you're going to Hogwarts this coming year and Amadeus your prefect badge came."
"Thanks mom," said Amadeus taking the badge and taking it to his try.
"You're welcome sweetie. Wait until your father gets home. He'll be so excited."
Amadeua ate her sandwich and drank her lemonade. She went out into the garden and sat down next to the white rose bush. Her favorite in the whole garden. There was no rose that smelled quite like these ones.
Out of the corner of her eye something caught her attention. She turned and looked into the bush and discovered a young bird trapped in the tangles of the bush. She smiled lightly and reached into the bush. She helped the small thing get loose and when pulling her own arm free she managed to cut herself on a thorn. She cried out in pain and jerked her arm free.
She covered the wound with her other hand and stood to have her mother fix it. Something stopped her in her own tracks. A warm tingling feeling was spreading from her arm. The same feeling that she got when her mother would heal cuts. Her gaze flew to her arm and looked in disbelief. A blue light was emitting from her unwounded hand and the broken flesh of her arm was mending.
When the glowing stopped she ran into the house for her mother.
"MOTHER! MOTHER!" she yelled flying into the kitchen.
"What's the matter sweetie?" asked her mother drying her hands on her apron.
"I got cut on the rose bush, but then, I like healed it myself!" exclaimed Amadeua.
Her mother placed her hands on her daughter's forearms.
"Its natural for you to be able to do that sweetheart. You have that power. You were blessed with it on the day of your birth." Said her mother calmly.
Amadeua stared at her mother strangely and then shook her head. Her long black her swung back and forth when she did this.
And so Amadeua went to Hogwarts with her older brother. She kept this little power of her completely silent. She was sorted into Gryffindor and made quick friends with another one of the boys in her year. He was just as serious about his work and she was. His name was Percy. They would often work together on projects. Top of their class at the end of the first year. But that was two years ago.
Sry this is so short but I need some sort of introduction.
Chapter 1:
Eleven years ago a young girl was born on April 8th under the new moon. To this child was given a great power. The power to heal. For eleven years she knew nothing of that power, and she wouldn't until she got her letter. The one that would arrive today.
"Amadeus! Amadeua! Lunch!" yelled the mother.
"Mother you hardly need to call me for lunch," said 16 year old Amadeus, Amadeua's older brother.
Her mother rolled her eyes and set the plates down on the table. "You've both received letters today in the mail. Amadeua, you're going to Hogwarts this coming year and Amadeus your prefect badge came."
"Thanks mom," said Amadeus taking the badge and taking it to his try.
"You're welcome sweetie. Wait until your father gets home. He'll be so excited."
Amadeua ate her sandwich and drank her lemonade. She went out into the garden and sat down next to the white rose bush. Her favorite in the whole garden. There was no rose that smelled quite like these ones.
Out of the corner of her eye something caught her attention. She turned and looked into the bush and discovered a young bird trapped in the tangles of the bush. She smiled lightly and reached into the bush. She helped the small thing get loose and when pulling her own arm free she managed to cut herself on a thorn. She cried out in pain and jerked her arm free.
She covered the wound with her other hand and stood to have her mother fix it. Something stopped her in her own tracks. A warm tingling feeling was spreading from her arm. The same feeling that she got when her mother would heal cuts. Her gaze flew to her arm and looked in disbelief. A blue light was emitting from her unwounded hand and the broken flesh of her arm was mending.
When the glowing stopped she ran into the house for her mother.
"MOTHER! MOTHER!" she yelled flying into the kitchen.
"What's the matter sweetie?" asked her mother drying her hands on her apron.
"I got cut on the rose bush, but then, I like healed it myself!" exclaimed Amadeua.
Her mother placed her hands on her daughter's forearms.
"Its natural for you to be able to do that sweetheart. You have that power. You were blessed with it on the day of your birth." Said her mother calmly.
Amadeua stared at her mother strangely and then shook her head. Her long black her swung back and forth when she did this.
And so Amadeua went to Hogwarts with her older brother. She kept this little power of her completely silent. She was sorted into Gryffindor and made quick friends with another one of the boys in her year. He was just as serious about his work and she was. His name was Percy. They would often work together on projects. Top of their class at the end of the first year. But that was two years ago.
Sry this is so short but I need some sort of introduction.