A/N: Hermione Granger is not mine, the Harry Potter universe is not mine, blah blah.
I'm not sure about this, but please R&R to let me know what you think :D
Obviously I am not in any way encouraging eating disorders, and if you think this may trigger you, please don't read. It's not graphic, but I would hate for anyone to do harm to themselves in any way because of anything I had written.
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She was the clever one. The brightest witch of her age.
Vanity was for girls like Lavender, girls who couldn't be clever so had to be pretty.
So why was she peering at herself anxiously in the mirror, trying desperately to convince herself that she wasn't as fat as she was yesterday?
She was the clever one. The brightest witch of her age.
Scales were for girls like Parvati, girls who could be reassured that they were better than everyone else as long as the numbers on their scales were just a little lower than their friends'.
So why had every morning and evening for the last few months seen her standing on her scales, willing the numbers lower and lower?
She was the clever one. The brightest witch of her age, goddamnit.
Exercising like this was for boys like Ron, boys who had to stay fit for sport.
So why was she getting up religiously at 5 o'clock in order to run herself in the ground before anyone else woke up?
She was the clever one. The brightest witch of her age.
Missing meals was for people like Harry, people whose guardians wouldn't let them eat every day.
So why was she lying and pretending and keeping as far away from the Great Hall and the Kitchens as she could?
She was the clever one, for god's sake. The brightest witch of her age.
Eating disorders were for kids like Eloise Midgen, kids with problems.
So why was she laying here in this hospital, unable to stand without help?
She was the clever one. The brightest fucking witch of her age.
Death was for old folk like Nicholas Flamel, people who had lived a long, full life.
So why are they at her funeral?
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