Thank you to TheeStoryTeller for being the Beta for chapter one.

Chapter-one, Everything Comes To An End

Harry had a routine he went by every day and nothing ever changed from it. He would wake up at five in the morning before any of the boys in his dorm even thought about such a thing. Throwing on a pair of sweats, Harry would make his way down to the Quidditch field to do a two-hour run before the rest of his day could begin.

After his run, he would make his way back to the castle, sneaking back into the dorms while everyone was still asleep and go for his morning shower. He flinched when the hot water hit his skin but Harry forced himself to stay under. After his shower, he would get dressed, putting on his usual thick sweater underneath his school uniform to hide how thin he actually was. Along with the sweater, Harry would also apply glamorous charms to fill out his cheek bones and make his eyes look like they weren't shucking in. The spell also filled out his hair, making it look thicker and fuller than what it was.

By the time he was done, the other boys would be waking up and getting ready for their day. It was then that Harry would go down to the main part of the dorms and wait for his friend, Ron, so they could walk down together along with Hermione, who was getting ready in the girl dorms.

Breakfast was easy for Harry. He would have one piece of toast with no butter and two glasses of water before he headed off to class with his friends.

When lunch came along, all Harry would have was three glasses of water and no food. If anybody asked, he would just say that he had a big breakfast and that he wasn't hungry.

It wasn't long after lunch before dinner would turn its ugly head on Harry. Dinner was always the hard part for him. Normally, he would just have a few prices of plain chicken with some vegetables. And that was only when Hermione left him alone which was never the case. Hermione would always try to make him eat more and he knew he could never say 'no'. So he would always give her a small smile and ate what she gave him only to say that he needed to go to the bathroom moments later…to get rid of it all.

After dinner, Harry would spend the rest of his night with Ron and Hermione like he always did before lights out.

Before bed, he would get ready with the rest of the boys in his dorm, waiting for them to all fall asleep. Once he heard them sleeping away, he would get up and start doing push-ups and pull ups on the hard wooden floor. He didn't really have a number that he went by he just did it until it hurt so much that he couldn't continue. Only then would he climb into bed and go to sleep with the rest of his dorm mates waiting to wake up the next morning and start his routine over again.

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"Harry, you need to eat more than that. You must be hungry. Here, have some potatoes." Hermione said as she passed the bowl of potatoes over to Harry from across the table.

Harry looked up only to feel his stomach turn as he watched the butter drip off the potatoes onto the bowl, slowly making its way onto the table. But like always, Harry gave a small smile and took the bowl from Hermione, putting a few scoops of potatoes on his plate along with some gravy that Hermione passed him as well.

Harry scooped some potatoes up onto his fork and brought it up to his mouth, giving a small pause before he placed it in his mouth, taking a few gulps of water as he swallowed them. But he knew this wouldn't be enough for Hermione, so he abused his body once more, taking another bite.

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Severus Snape was not one to miss much that went on about the school. He was well aware that the Potter boy had a problem. He could see through the charms and glamours that the boy had cast on himself. But he wasn't about to embarrass the boy for such a sensitive issue. For the longest, it seemed that he detested the boy, but that wasn't really the case. He cared for the boy in the same way he cared about his mother, Lily. He couldn't bear to see Lily in pain and it hurt him dearly to see her son suffering, knowing he could be doing something about it.

It was a difficult situation, but Snape had always been the tough love type. He was not one to be the caring and understanding professor, so he wasn't prepared to deal with Potter's issue, but he felt like he owed it to the boy. He didn't want to dump this on Dumbledore or Poppy, like he would usually do about a Gryffindor student. It was his job to help the boy. He promised Lily that he would look after Harry and he failed. Now, he would have to make it right.

Snape couldn't help put watch Harry struggle to eat his dinner. To anyone else it would look like nothing, perhaps Harry had a stomach ache and that's why he wasn't eating, but Snape knew it was something more, something much more. He had a hard time understanding why the Potter boy would do this to himself. He was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He had friends, the support of the whole school—even the professors. Whatever this was, it was much deeper than Snape could ever comprehend.

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Harry had suffered enough from Hermione feeding him the potatoes with gravy along with a few barbecue chicken wings, buttered biscuits, and a few scoops of ice cream. Harry couldn't help but think of how much of a pig he was being as he swallowed the last spoonful of ice cream, but he knew he didn't have a choice if he didn't want his friends to assume anything. He differently didn't want that.

"I have to go to the bathroom really quick. I'll be right back." Harry said with a smile as he made his way out of his seat and down the Great Hall to the doors, it wasn't until the doors where completely shut behind him before he broke into a run to the abandon girls' bathroom that Hermione showed him during his second year.

'I need it out, I need it all out.' Harry thought to himself as his breathing became rapid and desperate. He could feel it. Every single bite he took, he could feel it inside of him and he couldn't take it. The thought of the food slowly dissolving in his stomach, no, he couldn't have that.

Harry quickly made his way into the bathroom and locked the stall door behind him before he dropped down on his knees and lifted the toilet seat. He took in a few deep breaths before he stuck his middle finger as far as it could go down his throat. He let out a few gags before all the food he had eaten in the Great Hall came up.

He took in a few sharp breaths after he was done and looked down into the toilet to see the food that he had just eaten. He also noticed a few spots of red, his blood. But Harry didn't care, as long as the food was out of him. But, to his dismay, it wasn't. He could still feel some left inside of him, making his stomach feel heavy once more.

He took in another deep breath as he tried again, sticking his finger down his throat, but all he could do was gag, making his eyes water. He needed the food out of him, he couldn't bear to have it in him. He slowly dipped his hand into the toilet and scooped out some of the vomit, placing it back into his mouth. That did the trick and Harry was able to bring up the rest of the food, along with a few more spots of blood.

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Snape noticed that the boy left the great hall in a hurry, and the professor felt a bad feeling take over him for what Potter was about to do next.

"Excuse me, Headmaster." Snape said as he quickly got up and made his way out of the Great Hall only to see the boy turn the corner. It didn't take a genius to figure out where the boy was going. It was clear that he was making his way to a bathroom and there was only one bathroom safe enough to use without him having to worry about someone walking in on him.

Standing outside the stall, he flinched as he listened to the boy gag and release the food he had just seen him eat. Frozen, he didn't know what he should do. He never had to deal with this type of thing before with his Slytherins and it just seem out of place for him to be the one to comfort the boy. Surely it was Dumbledore that needed to be here or the boy's head of house—anyone but him.

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Harry rest his head against the whim of the toilet for a few moments before he flushed the toilet. Slowly standing himself up, he held onto the stall wall as the room spun around. Harry took in a shaky breath as he unlocked the bathroom stall and exited, only to see his most hated professor, Snape.

Everything started to run though Harry mind, 'Why was Snape in the bathroom? Did he follow me? How long has he been standing there' Harry thought, panicking in the inside, but he made sure not to let it show on his face as he walked over to the sink.

"Must have the flu or something." Harry mumbled as he turned on the water on and cupped his hand under the steady stream of water.

"…There are lots of students in this school, Mr. Potter. When one get sick you can be sure that ten more will follow by the end of the week." Snape said after he thought on how he wanted to play this out.

Harry brought the water up to his mouth, cleaning his mouth out before spitting out the water and turning the tap off. It usually didn't take him long to clean himself up, but he needed to buy himself some time.

"…Must be food poisoning then…" Harry said after a bit. He slowly turned and looked up at Snape, hoping the professor would buy his story.

"Food poisoning? Then, more students will be sick, don't you think Mr. Potter?" Snape ask in his same dark voice. "But if that was the case, you wouldn't need glamour charms to hide the fact that you got food poisoning, would you? Perhaps we should have a talk." Snape said as he looked down at Harry.

Harry could feel a lump in his throat start to form as he felt his heart beating rapidly. 'Oh god he knows…How much does he know?' He can't know everything. That would be impossible, but even if he doesn't know he will. And once Snape did know everything, then Dumbledore would know and it wouldn't take long until everyone in the school found out…. That Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was weak, worthless, and a pig.

Harry did his best to steady his breathing, watching Snape open the bathroom door. He tried even harder when Snape singled for him to leave first. He just gave a small nod as he walked through the door, allowing Snape to lead him though the dungeons and knowing that he didn't have any other choice in the matter. He was led through the back of the potions classroom to Snape's office. He was directed to the chair in front of the professor's desk.

He watched as Snape sat behind his desk, tucking some papers he left out in the drawers of his desk.

"I would offer you tea, but the way you are going I doubt you will take it…" Snape said as he looked up at Harry, folding his hands onto of his desk. "Would you like to explain to me what is happening?" He asked, giving Harry a chance to explain what he was doing and why he was doing it.

It took harry a few seconds to speak up, his brain running a hundred miles a second, trying to think on what he should say—or shouldn't say. Something that would be able to get him out of this.

"I…I don't know what you are taking about." Harry said, stuttering a little as he lied.

"Don't take me as a fool, Mr. Potter." Snape said as he leaned forward on his desk. "The other professors may not have noticed, but I have. You have a problem, and to make matters worse, you are aware of this problem, trying to hide it from everyone else.

Harry moved his eyes around the office unable to look at Snape. He nervously picked at the skin around his nails.

Snape stayed quiet and watched Harry fidget with his fingers. He waited for him to say something but after a few minutes it became clear that he wasn't. "Perhaps we should head down to the hospital wing." Snape said with a sigh.

Harry's breath hitched at the words "hospital wing." He couldn't help the tears that fell down his cheeks

"…No…no… please no… no." Harry said as his breathing strayed away from its usual pattern.

"Mr. Potter…Harry." Snape said, using the boys first name. "We can go back to my chambers if you like and I can call Madam Pomfrey to come to us instead of the hospital wing. It's your

choice but you are going to be looked at by Madam Pomfrey." Snape made clear. He waited for Harry to make his decision.

Harry took a few deep breaths as he thought about the two choices he was given. He could ether go to the hospital wing, one of his most hated rooms in the school, or go with Professor Snape, one of his most hated professors. Neither one sounded pleasing.

He brought his hand up and started to chew on his fingernails as he thought about what to do. What was the lesser of the two evils?

"I…I take…your chamber…sir…please." Harry mumbled as he looked down at the ground, unable to meet Snape's eyes.

"Alright…" Snape said with a small nod as he made his way out of his chair and to his office door and opened the door. "Whenever you're ready." Snape said giving Harry the time to get a grip on everything that was happening.

Notes

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