a/n: I'd like to start off by saying that this fiction is based off of a character I have created at Virtualhogwarts.net. So if you recognize the name, good to see you here and feel free to mention that in your reviews. Although I intended on this being chapter one, It felt more appropriate to call it a prologue. You don't know Lucretia yet, and I'd like you to properly meet her.
Please R/R. I welcome critisism with open arms...helps me make my writing better. Thank you to J.K. Rowling for the insperation and helping me discover I still have a vivid imagination at the old age of 24.
Prologue: Watching Me Fall

Until the summer of her eleventh year, Lucretia Chansey was a fairly normal girl. She was a good student, but never liked studying that much. She was born in Manchester and moved to Birmingham shortly before she began grade school. Her parents were children of the 1980's. They spent many a nights in clubs throughout the UK. Lucretia's father bore an uncanny resemblance to Robert Smith of The Cure in many of his teen-aged pictures. They made sure that Lucretia was raised properly with knowledge of the Manchester music scene and often told her stories of having drinks in bars with Morrissey and Johnny Marr of The Smiths.

These days her parents made a respectable living; Johanna owned a knitting supply shop and spun fine wools. Marcus was a bank manager and still found time to play music with his friends on the weekends. Lucretia was spoiled, but not to the point where it made her arrogant, nor was she one to show off her possessions. Things probably would have been different for Lucretia if she had siblings, but the fates did not allow that to happen. Johanna had given birth to a son five years before Lucretia was born, however the baby died just one day later. Johanna herself nearly died too. When Lucretia came along, Marcus and Johanna could not ask for anything more and they made the conscious decision to not have any more children. They did not seem to regret it, but Lucretia had always hoped that they would one day change her mind.

Exactly one month after her eleventh birthday, something happened to Lucretia that would change her life forever. On July 6, 2005 a letter arrived. No one would believe it at first. The following day a very nice lady paid a visit to the Chansey house. She said she was from the "Muggle Relations Office" at the "Ministry of Magic." After a few quick demonstrations and some paperwork, Lucretia and her parents boarded a Purple triple-decker bus and made off for a place called Diagon Alley. In less than two month's time, Lucretia was to begin lessons at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You heard me correctly...Witchcraft and Wizardry.

You'll know all about Hogwarts of course. That is if you know the story of Harry Potter. If you don't you best refresh your memory before you begin reading this tale.

Lucretia was a witch, a muggle-born witch, apparently a fairly rare occurrence. Johanna was convinced however that Lucretia's newly found powers must have had something to do with her ancestors that moved to Salem, Massachusetts generations ago. Loaded down with spell books, a wand , telescope, robes and a pointy hat, Lucretia returned to her Birmingham home with her parents smiling as she never smiled before.

Lucretia's first five years of education at Hogwarts are of little interest to us at this time. What should be of interest to you begins in Lucretia's sixth year. Her "ready mind of wit and learning" had proven itself in her outstanding O.W.L. grades. Lucretia was well on her way to becoming a Healer, if only she could get through the next two years, pass her N.E.W.T.'s and get some further training at St. Mungo's.

Without further delay, let us begin on the first Saturday of term. After a long meeting with Professors Trimble, Binns, Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey, Lucretia walked out of the castle tucking a time turner into her robes. She was only to use it so that she could get two hours of training in the hospital wing, three times a week. Lucretia's class schedule was jammed with all the lessons she needed to succeed in her chosen career path, this was the only way she was going to be ready for her N.E.W.T's and it gave her an opportunity to earn a few galleons on the side. It wasn't often that students were allowed such an opportunity, Dumbledore said that only one other student had been allowed to use a time turner and that was seventeen years ago! After the meeting, Dumbledore asked Lucretia to take a letter down to Hagrid. She eagerly complied, thanking Dumbledore again for trusting her with the time turner.

Dumbledore said "There's no reason to thank me, dear. I wish you luck."

Lucretia pleased with the confidence Dumbledore had for her daydreamed as she made her way down the hill. It is about this time that I should mention Lucretia has a tendency towards clumsiness. There was that time, right after she was sorted. In all the excitement, she tripped right over her robes, fell in front of Professor McGonagall and the entire school. I will not even discuss her first flying lesson here...some of the less polite Slytherins still laugh about it to this day.

So, Lucretia had nearly reached the bottom of the hill when she adjusted the time turner under her blouse. There was no need for Hagrid to see it and ask questions. Her head was still in the clouds when she misjudged the stone steps and fell hard. First flat on her face, then tumbled forward in a crooked somersault. She landed ever so gracefully just a few yards from Hagrid's hut her head connecting with a rock. Her world seemed to go blurry as the obvious concussion took hold and she passed out on the spot.