I never expected that life would be nothing more than doors and gusts of wind. They tell you that when one door closes, another opens. They say that you have the power to choose your path. All this is false. The gusts of wind control which doors you are propelled to. Some doors are forever locked. Sometimes you walk along one path, then get pushed back through the door until you find yourself staring at your reflection in a puddle of your own tears and you are not only unrecognizable, you are sad and cold and someone that you never wanted to be. My name is Mary Waters. I was Head Healer at St. Mungo's. I was a devoted fiancee and loving sister. Now I am a terrible friend, a dysfunctional aunt, and just... a person who is lost.
I guess I should start from the beginning.
I was my parents' first child, born on November 2, 1996. I don't remember a lot about childhood before I got sick. I had two younger sisters- Elizabeth, who was two years younger, and Teresa, who was three years younger. I was much closer to Teresa than I was to Elizabeth. I remember how Teresa loved to climb trees. She was like a little monkey, swinging from branch to branch and from tree to tree. I had fun following her, but I preferred the ground where the flowers grew, or under the water where there was a whole new world to explore.
My first sign of magic was in the water. I was with Teresa and Elizabeth in the ocean, on a Muggle beach. A shark decided to try to take a chunk out of my arm. I swam way too fast to get away. Then when the shark tried again, it did graze my arm, turning the water around e red. We started swimming to the shore, and by the time we were out of the water, my arm was completely healed. The Ministry had quite a time modifying Muggle memories to cover up the incident.
I don't remember much, but I'm sure my childhood was happy. It seems that we remember the sad things a lot more.
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