Authors Note: This will eventually be a Fred Weasley love story story, may be triggering if you are recovering from an ED of any kind, so please be safe if you're reading this with a past of SI/ED. This will most likely be the shortest chapter, as it is just the intro. More coming soon.

I have edited the original, so if you are coming back, this is an improved version.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my character and my plot.

I groaned and rolled over as my alarm went off, warning me that it was 8:00. I had just three hours to pack and be on the train that would take me to the only place I felt like I belonged, Hogwarts.

I grew up in a muggle household after my Mother was killed in the battle against Voldemort fourteen years ago. My father resides in St. Mungos after being tortured to insanity by Belletrix Lestrange. He no longer recognized anyone, not even his own daughter. My muggle family is wonderful, don't get me wrong….they just…don't understand.

Beth and Frank are both in there late sixties and agreed to take care of me. Frank was my fathers babysitter when he was a child and was appointed my guardian after the death of my mother. They try their hardest to connect with me. To be open, but they can't quite understand. Everything they know seems to get tossed into the garbage when they look at me. The wizarding world is strange to them, almost scary. It took quite a bit of convincing for them to believe that I am indeed, a witch.

I rolled out of bed around 8:10 and slowly made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash up. I looked in the mirror and sighed, yet again dissatisfied with the person looking back at me. I always had been…for as long as I could remember. I pinched at my waist and stomach, grimacing at the fat that still lingered on my body, even after the dieting that had taken place over the summer. Losing 15 pounds was still not enough….I could still improve. I had a lot of work to do.

I quickly looked away and hopped in the shower, trying not to let the mirror wreck my entire day.

Once I cleaned up and packed my things, I went to greet Beth.

"Hello Dear!" She said cheerily. "Frank wanted to be here to see you off, but he couldn't get out of his meeting this morning. He told me to send you his love….do you want breakfast this morning?"

"No thank you. I'll eat on the train" I lied, smiling.

"You sure? You never eat at home" She complained.

"There's no time anyway Beth. We have to be at the station in London in an hour."

"Oh alright." She sighed, grabbing her keys.

The twenty minute car ride was mostly silent as neither of us really had anything to say to the other. Once we arrived I thanked her for the ride and said goodbye. I got my luggage out of the car and put it into one of the carts. I went straight to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 and pushed my cart straight through.

Smiling I boarded the train, ready to go home.