Til death do me apart…
Hermione has some problems, and when they cause her to be bullied by her fellow classmates, they multiply. Will anyone help her before it's too late? Warning! Contains eating disorder (anorexia) and self harm/self injury.
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PROLOUGE
The numbers raced up as she stepped on the scales. Went slower. Became indecisive, fluttered back and forth. And decided. 54.3 kilos. She wasn't thin yet. With her 5'5 she needed to weigh 50 kilos to be underweight. Then she'd stop. She'd be happy.
"Hermione! Dinner!" her mom shouted from downstairs. It was the last night before she went back to Hogwarts and to be honest, she couldn't wait. Ron and Harry would probably bug her about food, but not as much as her parents did. Also, they didn't have the same kind of authority. Fortunately, Ana didn't exist in the wizard world. They wouldn't suspect anything.
She gave her tummy one last critical glance before she started going downstairs. Fat. Well, not obese, but far from perfection.
And perfection was the only thing good enough for Hermione Granger.
(A/N: Ok I know this was short but it's just a prolouge, please tell me what you think about it so I know whether to continue or not! Hope to get some more up soon!)