Gossip isn’t always right. It isn’t always wrong, either.  Rita had gotten it half

Gossip isn’t always right. It isn’t always wrong, either.  Rita had gotten it half right in her World Cup coverage- Hannah had retrained as a Healer at St. Mungo’s.  But she wasn’t planning to take over from Madame Pomfrey.  She wasn’t planning to take a job at Hogwarts at all. No, Hannah had found her calling a different way.  She’d spent far too many nights serving far too much firewhiskey to former classmates, stay up far too late bringing tea and biscuits to crying friends who came to speak to Neville.  Seen far too many broken hearts and broken minds. St. Mungo’s didn’t have the training she needed.  She became a Healer because she needed the title for her patients to trust her, and she needed the access to the latest developments in healing magic. The Healers at St. Mungo’s weren’t terribly interested in the workings of the human mind, not unless it had been affected by a spell or jinx or potion.  They didn’t treat what magic couldn’t reach. But Hannah thought differently.  She went to university at night and got her degree in psychology.  When Demeter started Hogwarts, she started the program to get her clinical doctorate.  Three years later she emerged, degree in hand and ready to change the world. No one came that first month. Her little office in Hogsmeade was terrifyingly quiet. She had known it would be difficult to find patients- there were no therapists in the wizarding world, not really. Magical society was so small, people rarely spoke of their problems to anyone other than close friends or family- there was too much risk in the secrets getting out.  Still, she had hoped someone would come by. And then, 35 days after she placed the Dr. Hannah Longbottom, Counseling Psychologist sign on her door, Dennis Creevey walked in. He’d tried speaking to a grief counselor his mum had recommended, he told her.  He’d gone to other counselors too, ones that specialized in post-traumatic stress.  But how do you explain the Battle to someone who doesn’t know that magic is real?  How do you tell a Muggle that you had to fight for your life before the age of fifteen, that your brother died a soldier’s death before he was old enough to enlist in the Army? Hannah understood.  And she listened.  And Dennis became her first patient. And thirty years later, when she cut the ribbon on the new sixth floor of St. Mungo’s (formal name: the Hannah Longbottom Center for Psychological Practice), he was there to cheer her on. Source: www.pixshark.com -- source link

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