I'm trying to stop the habits I've developed, but it's so hard, I'm planning on giving up. No, I can't do that! I've deleted and blocked Ana, but I think she's got my phone number written down somewhere, because she keeps texting me with different numbers, trying to check what I'm doing, telling me if I tell anyone, all hell would break lose and everyone will leave me. That she's made me wanted, perfect, thin, but I'm throwing it all away by not listening to her.

I'm scared, I don't know what to do, but every time I try to ask for help, I always get scared and blurt out some nonsense that isn't even true, like baby crumple-horned snorkacks escaped from a zoo in Sweden, they're not in zoos, they're out in the wild, free.

When I try to eat, the moment I finish, I just run to throw it up again, then weigh myself, hoping the weight's lower, then exercise until I can't physically move and can only lie there like I'm dead. That's the whole vicious cycle and I can't get out of it. I'm now at 29 kg, and I can't help but feel satisfied somehow in a sick way, and just want the numbers to keep going down. I know my ribs are showing prominently and my curves are gone, I look like I'm eleven years old again, only much thinner and a little taller.

Trying to do any spell that's OWL standards is like trying to pull teeth and I get a reminder on why I can't do it. My classmates laughing at me when I throw my wand across the room and start crying curled up in a small ball when I give up on the spell isn't helping either.

I'm standing on the tile, when Jennifer comes in, just as it announces my weight, 28kg. "Honestly, it's not going to be long now, Loony, everyone's talking about it, you're way too light, didn't Professor Flitwick talk some sense into you?" She doesn't say the horrible words, but I know what she means and the tears start again.

"You don't think I'm trying? I'm trying to break the habits, but I can't! My magic's fading away, I might die soon, aren't you happy? You've always wished that I would just leave and stop my crazy ways, why can't you just leave me alone?! " I snap back, while shoving her out. She looks shell-shocked.

"I never said that!"

"Well, it's not exactly a secret you think I'm crazy, is it?" I snap.

"Well, no, but, look, Loony, no one wants you to die, just get help, it's not difficult, just go to Madam Pomphrey."

Today, I completely forgot that I had signed up to be a commemorator at the start of the year, until Professor Mcgonagall came for me. When we get to the commemorator's stand, I'm shivering violently.

"Are you alright, Miss Lovegood?" Professor Mcgonagall asks, peering at me. I simply nod and start the commentary. "T-there's Smith of Hufflepuff w-with the quaffle" I can barely speak because my teeth are chattering so much. I stammer through what I can, before my head starts to spin.

"Miss Lovegood, are you sure you're alright, Dear? You look rather pale." Mcgonagall asks, but that's the last thing I hear clearly, before everything goes black, I can hear a couple of voices screaming my name, along with someone else shouting, 'The commemorator's down!'

I wake up, blinking in the bright light, with Ginny and Madam Pomphrey staring at me. "Am I dead?" I whisper. "No, you're not dead, although, I would say you're very lucky. You're severely underweight, almost half the recommended weight for a girl your age. I need you to be honest with me now. Have you been dieting?" Madam Pomphrey asks.

"A bit." I say reluctantly. She nods.

"I think it's a fair bit more than 'a bit'" she says. "We've called your father in, once he's here, then we can transfer you to St Mungos." I'm stunned.

"W-what? Why?" Ginny reaches over and squeezes my hand gently.

"You're not well enough to stay in Hogwarts, Luna, you need to go to St Mungos." She explains. I simply nod sadly.

Author's note:

Okay, so the next couple of chapters are going to be told in another person's point of view, who should it be? Let me know it a review.

Cya! :)