Harry POV

I'm sitting up in bed, talking to Ron and Hermione and hoping Madam Pomphrey doesn't appear, although Hermione says she's probably preoccupied. We're all laughing at Luna's commentary.

"I hope Luna always commemorates from now on, Loser's lurgy.' Ron laughs. That's when Hermione breaks the news. "She won't be able to Ron, she has to go to St Mungos, they've called her dad and everything." She says.

"What?" Ron's looking at Hermione like she's grown an extra head. "Bloody hell, Hermione, spit it out, will you?"

"Fine, Luna's sick, she's got a mental illness called Anorexia, she's been starving herself to lose weight since about September, I caught her looking at a Pro- Ana site and I told her it encouraged Anorexia, only, I don't think she knew what was Anorexia. Ginny and I tried to talk to her on the first Hogsmeade trip about it, when she was bad, but not as bad as she is now. I told her that you and the whole of the DA knew, but I don't think she believed me, if anything, I think it only just encouraged her to lose more weight."

Thinking back to when I asked Luna to the party, I had commented on how thin she was and she seemed delighted. "That's where Ginny is, she's with Luna until her dad picks her up, she fainted right before Mclaggen hit you with the bat, didn't you hear what that Slytherin shouted, 'The commemorator's down!'. Hermione says this in very exaggerated voice, before going back to her normal tone

"Luna's magic started fading away apparently after Christmas, that's something that happens to witches and wizards after a while of starving themselves, they're so focused on losing weight, their magic starts to deteriorate."

"Hold on, I was starved before I came to Hogwarts, how come I wasn't weaker than any of the others?" Hermione sighs and looks at me like she thinks I'm a complete idiot.

"You weren't starving yourself, were you? Your relatives were, that's why you weren't any weaker, honestly, there's a difference, Harry!"

"All right, no need to yell, I've got the picture, will Luna ever get her magic back?" I ask, trying to change the subject. Hermione looks uncomfortable. "Actually, the question right now is will she survive, Anorexia's deadly, and considering how she is now, it isn't exactly likely, it's more likely she would die than live, I don't even think the smallest first year weighs more than her, she's only 28kg. If she does survive, which, again, isn't too likely at the moment, she will get back most of it, but she might not be as strong as she used to be. She's not even well enough to stay in school and that's and that's something." Hermione says.

"So, what you're saying is that Luna can die." Ron asks.

"Yes, Ron, don't you understand my simple English? Honestly, do you have the IQ of a teaspoon, as well as the emotional range?" Hermione snaps. Ginny walks in at that point.

"She's gone, both her and her dad flooed to St Mungos." She says simply.

Author's note:

Okay, it's a bit boring, I'm so sorry, but I think I have writer's block at the moment, or I'm not used to writing as Harry, probably the second one though, but please leave a review, also, should I try writing as a St Mungos healer next chapter? On to the review!

bl00d-orange:Well, I chose Harry, but I think I made an awful job at it, so I'm considering writing as a healer, also, thanks for voting, it means a lot. :)

Cya! :)