"The next patient we will be seeing is Liv Cook. She is twenty-one and was found in a grave yard one day ago, she had overdosed heavily on a mixture of a muggle drug for head aches and fire whiskey. This is my first analysis." Healer Dray called to the small group of students, including Harry and Hermione who were both nervous and excited to be away from the library and the classrooms they had been trapped in ever since the start of the course.

Harry had found after the war he no longer wanted to be an auror as he had in Hogwarts, he had no wish to fight anymore, he would rather help people, save them in a different way and with Hermione doing the same thing while Ron became George's partner in the business he decided he'd do it. Become a Healer, more specifically a sort of mind-healer as Ron called it.

They had done all the theory and hard work that came with the job and weeded out the few who didn't want the hassle. With Hermione's help he'd gotten through all the books which almost killed him (one time physically...there was an avalanche in the library, quite a funny story but not to be told right now).

Healer Dray was a great man, elderly but still quick on his feet. And now he had taken on the job of taking the group on his rounds, he had joked that it was only because he got a ten percent pay rise for all the trouble but then had told them it was a pleasure to be teaching the new generation of Healers.

Harry spared a glance towards Hermione and saw she looked nervous, which was normal he assumed, this was the first patient they would see who had tried to end their life, this was one of the points all the books said could make or break a good healer, though Harry had all the faith in the world for Hermione getting through he wasn't so sure about himself.

The group suck-up Daniel Porter flew to open the door for their teacher and he was given a small smile by said Healer which Harry thought said 'nice try', Harry smirked. It was obvious that Daniel thought if he was a teacher's pet he'd get one of the three positions St Mungo's was going to give at the end of their course.

They filed in, clip boards' in hand, Hermione's inches away from her face, a muggle pen ready in hand for notes. With a roll of his eyes Harry followed her in.

It was a private room but quite roomy and soon they were all standing at the end of the bed. But it was empty, after a moment of silence the door behind them all swung open.

"Oh yay I get the little students looking after me. How comforting."

A sudden cold young woman's voice echoed behind them, making Harry's hair stand on end. They all turned to see a woman who he could only have described as a fallen angel. Long black hair and blue eyes stared back at them all, hard. She was quite tall and was wearing a simple white gown used with all patients, she moved around them gracefully and sat cross legged on the bed.

"Hello Miss Cook. I am Healer Dray, and these are students who are training to be Healers, do you mind if they stay?" Their teacher addressed her simply, as if he had seen this a thousand times.

"I didn't realise I had a choice. I mean your lot stopped me from ending my own life so what does it matter if I don't want some children taking a look at me?" She answered cooly, crossing her arms and staring forcefully back at the elderly man.

"On the contrary you do get a choice. Do you wish to only address me?" He replied calmly.

The young woman who Harry had troubles thinking of as his own age looked at all of them carefully. Her gaze almost hurt.

She suddenly looked back to Healer Dray and brought her finger tips together.

"How about this-two students get to stay. I choose who. The rest can be distributed in the same way between all of your other patients. It's too crowded in here for my liking." She sounded mocking.

"That is quite a good idea Miss Cook. Choose your students." Healer Dray finally agreed, sounding genuinely amused.

She smiled slightly, but it wasn't right, there was no humor behind it. It was empty.

Those penetrating eyes scanned Daniel Porter.

"Not him, he's a suck up." She nodded towards him firmly. Very shocked, Healer Dray motioned for him to leave.

Harry saw everyone stiffen slightly, how did she know that...?

Next was Lizzy Kane, a sweet girl a year younger than the rest.

Liv Cook scanned over her carefully, her smile faded ever so slightly.

"Not you dear...too young to see this, yet." She said, almost kindly, her words did ring true. Lizzy was innocent and Liv Cook seemed anything but. Lizzy's eyes widened and she almost ran out.

Next was Drew Flynn.

"Womaniser. Hell no" Her tone was harsh again. Drew flinched before being led out.

Next was John McBane. A little odd in Harry's opinion.

"I'm not having an obssessive psychopath as my healer" She exclaimed, giving a small sigh of relief when he left, a little confused.

Next was Hermione.

"Smart, compassionate, yes Hermione you can stay." She said simply with a nod of congratulations, Harry was next.

"I suppose it could be interesting having my healer being the boy-who-lived. You can stay Harry. Sorry Simon. You're not that bad either. And Mary you too" She addressed Simon Job, a man who Harry had found to be funny and caring left along with Mary.

"Well then...shall we begin?" Quite cheerful Healer Dray said to fill the silence.

"By all means" Liv Cook mocked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hermione what would you like to know of Miss Cook?" He turned to her and although she looked startled you could tell she had a question in mind. But she bit her lip and didn't speak

"Ask before you begin to hit your head off the wall like a house-elf, Hermione" Liv exclaimed, frowning.

Hermione winced at the house-elf jab and Harry got the distinct impression she had said in those particular words deliberately.

"Before...you said 'your lot' who exactly did you mean?" Hermione asked finally, taking a small step forwards towards the bed. Quite brave given who was sitting in it really.

"The good guys." Was the simple bitter sounding reply.

"Why don't you think of yourself as one of 'our lot' Miss Cook" Hermione continued. Harry remained silent, just watching.

"There are two types of good guys. Your kind gets recognition for what you do...for what you did in the war. My kind doesn't." Liv exclaimed calmly.

"So you helped in the war then?" Hermione asked, taking another step.

"Give the girl a prize. And the war isn't in the past as you seem to place it. The war is still going and I'm still fighting." Liv started off mockingly but her voice soon turned slow...tired.

"How are you fighting?" She asked, curious.

"Ask Draco Malfoy. He's an auror now. Ask him what he know's about 'Sandy'." Liv replied with a short nod.

Both Harry and Hermione frowned heavily. She knew Draco Malfoy?

"Draco's grown up a lot since Hogwarts. If you met him you'd see that." Liv suddenly commented, looking down at the sheets suddenly, then reaching out she smoothed the whole thing out so there were no creases in front of her.

"Either of you ever had a tarot reading?" Liv asked, looking at them both expectantly.

Harry shook his head

"I've never been interested in divination" Hermione said, grimacing.

"Oh divination class at Hogwarts was rubbish, how were we supposed to learn anything with that stupid Trelawny woman teaching us." Liv commented cooly, looking like she was trying to find something around the room.

"So you went to Hogwarts then" Hermione pointed out the obvious.

"Hermione I was in your year at Hogwarts. You just never noticed me. Too busy saving the world I suppose" Liv replied with such a sharp edge Harry winced.

"Which house were you in?" Hermione continued.

"Ravenclaw." Liv told her simply before putting her left hand out infront of her palm facing the ceiling and closed her eyes.

There was a crash from the window and suddenly a small object flew through the hole made and right into Liv's hand. She opened her eyes and smiled and it was the first time Harry had seen even the little happiness in her her smile at seeing the object.

A pack of Tarot cards, which looked very old and beaten.

Healer Dray spluttered in shock at what she had done and she turned to raise an eyebrow at him

"Don't have a heart attack old man, the wards stop patients from doing magic with wands, not wandless magic and all I wanted was my cards." She explained slowly, seeming to relish the reaction she got from that statement. They all now knew that she could get out any time she wished.

Liv ignored their shared look of nervousness and put down six cards face down in an arc shape.

"Hermione. Choose two cards." Liv commanded softly, not looking to her, only looking down at each card set out.

Worriedly, Hermione did pick two cards. She turned them face up and then stepped back.

"The High Priestess and the Fool, an interesting combination." Liv mused, lightly brushing over the cards.

"Want to know what it means?" She asked, glancing briefly at Hermione who tentatively nodded

Liv's eyes sparkled as she began to speak.

"The fool is spontanious, he can go anywhere with the one small pack which contains all his worldly posssessions, never ending in it's depth, the Fool travels he knows not where. So filled with visions and daydreams is he, that he doesn't see the cliff he is likely to fall over.

The Fool met the High Priestess actually, on one of his travels after seeing the magician who gave him the cool, airy Sword of intellect and communication, the fiery Wand of spirituality and ambition, the overflowing Chalice of Love and emotions, the solid Pentacle of work, possessions and body. With these tools, the Fool can create anything, make anything of his life. But here's the question, did the Magician create the tools, or were they already in the Fool's pack? Only the Magician knows.

Anyway continuing his journey, the Fool comes upon a beautiful and mysterious veiled lady enthroned between two pillars and illuminated by the moon. She is the opposite of the Magician, quiet where he was loquacious, still where he was in motion, sitting while he stood, shrouded in the night where he was out in the bright of day.

She is the High Priestess and she astonishes the Fool by knowing everything about him. "Since you know me so well, perhaps you can help me," says the Fool, laying out his sword, chalice, staff and pentacle. "The Magician showed me these tools, but now I'm in a quandary. There's so many things I could do with them. I can't decide."

In answer, the High Priestess hands over to him a pair of ancient scrolls. "These will teach you how to decide." Seating himself at her feet, the Fool reads by the light of her crescent moon. Finally, the Fool knows enough that he can now decide what he wants, where he will go, and what he will do.

Though he suspects that the High Priestess has even more secrets she could teach him he is focused and ready to be on his way. Thanking the High Priestess, he heads off. But as he leaves he hears her whisper, quiet as the waters which bubble up from beneath her throne, "We'll meet again...when you're ready to travel the most secret path of all."

The reading states in very simple terms that you have a lot of knowledge and should learn how to use it better and also that you should watch your step, that could be either physically or only figuratively. Harry next?" Liv finished, sounding like she knew exactly what she was saying and how to say it, which comes with practice...she had most definitely done this before.

Harry cautiously stepped towards the bed and turned over two of the other cards. Liv's eyes swept over them and her once harsh and angry eyes became calm with knowledge

"The Lovers and...Death, yet again, interesting, for your story also includes the Fool.

The Fool comes to a cross-road, filled with energy, confidence and purpose, knowing exactly where he wants to go and what he wants to do. But he comes to a dead stop.

A flowering tree marks the path he wants to take, the one he's been planning on taking. But standing before a fruit tree marking the other path is a woman. He's met and had relationships with women before, some far more beautiful and alluring. But she is different. Seeing her, he feels as though he's just been shot in the heart with cupid's arrow, so shocking, so painful is his "recognition" of her.

As he speaks with her, the feeling intensifies; like finding a missing part of himself, a part he's been searching for his life long. It is clear that she feels the same about him. They finish each others sentences, think the same thoughts. It is as if an Angel above had introduced their souls to each other.

Though it was his plan to follow the path of the flowering tree, and though it will cause some trouble for him to bring this woman with him, to go somewhere else entirely, the Fool knows he dare not leave her behind. Like the fruit tree, she will fulfill him. No matter how divergent from his original intent, she is his future. He chooses her, and together they head down a whole new road.

I'm beginning to think you are the Fool in this deck. Hermione being the High Priestess this means she has helped you with some major decisions and now I'm starting to think you will meet your true love soon. Do not worry about the Death card. It only truly symbolises change, which moves with the meeting of your true love." Liv finished, noting Harry's stare at the Death card.

"This is all very nice Miss Cook but perhaps we should get back to why we are really here..." A now quite ruffled looking Healer Dray suddenly cut in.

Liv chuckled mirthlessly and picked up her cards, she lent back and began to shuffle the pack lazily, waiting for him to speak.

"I think we should first ask if there is a next of kin who can be informed of your stay here?" He continued, Harry saw her wince slightly.

"None." She muttered, looking down at the tarot card she was shuffling between her fingers.

"Okay then, now could you please begin to explain why you decided to end your life." Healer Dray asked, his voice harsh, Harry and Hermione both stared at him. They knew he must have been annoyed by her behaviour but you were never supposed to act like that around a patient...ever!

"Sir maybe you should go and get some rest" Hermione started quietly. Even Healer Dray seemed shocked by his actions and nodded before leaving them.

The pair turned back to Liv who was staring intensely at the door, like she was thinking something over. Then she glanced back at them, realising she was being looked at.

"Should I answer his question or was that too mean?" She asked, mockingly.

"Maybe we should just start with what you're comfortable with saying. Why don't you tell us about your life when you were a child" Hermione answered, pulling her focus back to the patient in hand.

Liv looked at her for a moment, like she was searching her before answering

"I had a normal childhood. Pureblood family, but I knew about muggle things, we even had a tv. Mum and Dad loved me and I loved them until when I was eight, Death eaters attacked our house because my father wouldn't join them. Bad thing was that..." Her voice cracked and she looked down again, shuffling the cards still.

"Keeping these things inside doesn't help the problem Liv, can you continue?" Hermione asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Liv looked at Harry before nodding.

"Every member of my family was under our roof when they attacked, it was a family reunion. We were all sleeping when they suddenly just appeared everywhere. By the time the sun was up...all six of my aunts and uncles, my four grandparents, my twelve cousins, my mother and my father were dead." She finished, her voice so quiet Harry could barely hear her, so he moved closer.

"And what happened to you? Why did you live through that?" Hermione quiried, her note paper long long forgotten on her lap as she looked into a broken woman's eyes.

"Lucius Malfoy. He was the one to search my room, I was under my sheets, crying, I looked at him in the door way and he put his finger to his lips, I took the hint and went as quiet as I could. He then came into the room and closed the door behind him. There were yells and crashes and I was terrified but somehow I knew he wouldn't hurt me...he sat on the bed next to me and wiped my tears away.

Then he said 'I am sorry. So sorry for this but...it is for the greater good that I don't stop it right now, someday you will understand what this means. One day we'll meet again. But until then I want you to keep this for me...keep it safe.' And he took a necklace out of his pocket with a serpent on it, then he tapped it with his wand and it changed, the snake was suddenly a pheonix, he put it round my neck then he placed his wand at my temple then it all went dark until I was here. St mungos." Liv finished.

"And did you ever see him again?" Hermione asked softly.

"Once, in second year, he was visiting Draco. It was only for a second though, he did like a double take when he saw me staring at him, because I had realised who it was in that moment and he recognised me. He gave me a very small smile when no one was looknig and carried on down the hallway. Next time I saw him was at his funeral, he died in the final battle. That was when I first talked to Draco and told him how his father was the reason I was still alive." Liv finished, eyes now glossy with un-shed tears.

"It is okay to cry Liv" Harry said softly. She shook her head angrily and closed her eyes

"I don't cry. I won't. Now I want you both to leave for today. Go back to your little teacher and report." She said firmly.

The pair both left at her sudden request as she turned her back on them, both knew they couldn't get her to talk if she didn't want to.

That night all Harry could see in his dreams was a pair of dark blue eyes, boring into his mind, then suddenly filling with tears.

It scared the hell out of him that in such a short amount of time her and her eyes were already imprinted into his mind.

After realising he would get no sleep that night he made himself a drink and sat at the kitchen table. Wondering what could have made Liv try to end her own life...