A/N omg, so sorry O.O in my defence, it snowed and i was distracted by it. Here's chapter three! Chapter 4 might take a bit longer because its really hard to write one scene. it might end up being really short, BUT chapter 5 would be really long to make up for it. but, idk. we'll see what happens. so, on to the next installment of Hogwarts Support! (please pm/review with alternative names. I would appreciate the input.)

Ron had refused to believe that he was becoming immune to the Pepper- Up potions. Even so, he began upping the dose every other time. It was when he started throwing up blood as well that he started to worry. One of the more rare side effects to pepper-up. So he stopped taking it. He wanted to lose weight, yeah, but he didn't want to die doing it. Two days after he stopped taking it, he was dragged off by Sirius Black. All the excitement and lack of food got to him once Sirius was proved innocent to everyone, and he promptly passed out. He next woke up in the hospital wing with a stern faced Pomfrey and his horror stricken parents.

"Researching alternatives to Pepper-up, Weasel?"

The voice and the sentence combined made Ron tense up and fear run through his veins. He was in the library, in a hidden corner that he thought no one would see. Apparently, he was wrong. Ron didn't turn around to face the Slytherin, fearing that his face would give away the answer.

"What are you talking about, Nott?" Ron snapped.

"People shouldn't have private conversations in the middle of a corridor. Even if they think they are alone." Theo said. Ron could hear the smirk in his voice. Ron froze, unable to speak.

"Don't worry, we won't tell anyone. Just think of it as an...incentive not to spill our secrets." Blaise said, surprising Ron with his appearance by sitting on the table next to Ron's book. "You should probably stay away from that Jason guy, though. He's a bit unstable."

"What is your problem anyway?" Theo wondered aloud, leaning on the back of Ron's chair. "Why would a child of the biggest light family of the decade have a problem like this?"

"Why do you want to know?" Ron asked, his anger clear in his voice.

"Curiosity." Theo said simply. "So, you are you going to spill or what?

"It's none of your business." Ron said.

"Touchey." Blaise commented. "You might want to put a glamour on that bruise."

With that, the two Slytherins walked off, leaving Ron to seethe in anger. Ron pulled his sweater sleeve to cover his colorful bruise.

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His mum's attitude infuriated Ron. She constantly acted like he was about to break any minute. Thankfully, she held off on piling Ron's plate with food. Madame Pomfrey warned against it, so he was discreetly getting small portions that slowly got bigger. Every bite disgusted Ron, made him feel worse and worse. He couldn't stand it. His eyes told him he was getting fatter and grosser. Nightmares plagued his every sleeping moment. His family and friends finally seeing what he sees, being disowned and hated. The start of school brought new hope of getting better, his way. A way that apparently no one understood.

Ron stormed through the corridor, ignoring the complaints from behind him. Bitter thoughts ran through his mind, making his mood even more sour.

"Ron, Ron stop." Hermione grabbed his wrist in a desperate attempt for attention. Ron ripped his hand back as the bruise screamed at her hold. She huffed. "You are being so immature, Ron."

"What do you know?" Ron snapped, turning and walking again. His long legs made it easy to stay ahead of her.

Harry had to have put his name in the goblet. Even if he didn't….well, it was only more proof that Ron would never be as great as him or his brothers. The thought made Ron sick. It's better that he distanced himself anyway. If he tried to make this last longer than it can, it's only going to hurt him.

"Harry didn't put his name in, you ignorant idiot!" Hermione said, jogging to keep up. Ron sped up, turning with the corridor.

Why would any of them want to be friends with weak, ugly Ronald? The thought fueled Ron as he walked.

"Ronald Weasley, you stop and listen to me right now." Hermione demanded from behind him. Furious, Ron turned and glared at her.

"You don't understand my thoughts or my feelings. It's always Harry this and Harry that, or one of my brothers this or that." Ron said, his voice rising. "I don't care if he did or didn't put his name in the bloody Goblet! So leave me alone or I'll be late!"

"Ron." Hermione started, stepping forward with a confused frown.

Ron ignored her, turning and running away. He was ashamed that the stress had made him shout at Hermione. Madame Pomfrey had sent for him, making Ron worried for the reason. Had Jason or one of the Snakes told? No, they needed that for leverage against him. Hermione had stopped following him, and he made it to the Hospital Wing in record time. Inside, Pomfrey was busy tending to another student, so Ron sat on a bed to wait. All the while, fear raced through his brain. Something was up. She had to know. There was no other way. Ron began to pick at his robe sleeves, biting his cheek nervously. His heart felt like it was going to burst and he had a lump in his throat.

"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, you can go." Pomfrey's voice made him jolt and he looked up to see Draco Malfoy give him a quizzical glance as he left. Ron wanted to laugh. He was so nervous and afraid, he hadn't even noticed that the Slimey Ferret was the kid Pomfrey was tending to. "Mr. Weasley, I called you up here so I can do a health check up. Disorders like yours doesn't always heal well with witches or wizards. I just want to make sure everything is in order."

Oh Merlin, he was in deep shit now. There was no way he could fool a surprise test. Ron closed his eyes as he laid back for the check up. As all the future possibilities ran through his mind, Ron just wanted to die. He knew the consequences for if he got caught, but he never thought it would be so soon. It was taking all of his mental strength to not cry.

"Would you like to explain these results to me, Ronald Weasley?" Pomfrey asked, her tone clipped and clearly pissed off. Without opening his eyes, Ron just shook his head. He didn't trust his voice. "Fine. I trust you enough to give you another chance. However. This time will be different. Raven told me that you aren't speaking at the meetings? That will change. Once a week, you will speak. And after every meeting, Raven will do a health check. If you do not fix your behaviour, I am afraid you will have to be committed in Saint Mungo's. I suggest you don't do this again."

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Ron really did try and stop at one point, because he was afraid he'd get caught. It was just too hard and he couldn't stand the heavy feeling in his stomach. Everytime he didn't purge, he felt dirty. Gross. Fat. Ugly. His nightmares were the worst when he didn't purge and he was more paranoid. So, Ron went the easy way. He didn't stop.

"Any more volunteers to talk?" Raven asked. Ron didn't even have to look his way to know Raven was staring pointedly at him. Ron heaved a sigh and stood up.

"Fine, I will." Ron shot his deadliest glare at Raven. Then he focused his gaze upward, his jaw set. "So, most of you don't know why I'm here. I would have preferred to keep it that way, but I guess not. I have anorexia, bulimia and body dismorphia and that's all I'm saying today."

The last sentence was spoken quickly and, as soon as the last word fell from his lips, Ron sat down. His eyes stayed locked on the floor, refusing to acknowledge the looks. Yeah, stare it up. Look at the freak. Ron was well aware that he was a freak with a multitude of problems.

"Alright, then." Raven said, after a moment, sounding baffled. He cleared his throat and continued with a cheerier tone. "Anyone else?"