It was with great relief that Ginny finally found herself home at the Burrow. Fred and George had obviously noticed that Ginny hadn't gotten much better, what with the accusing stares she was getting from them, but they kept their mouths shut. Ginny was grateful.

She and her brothers trudged up the green and welcoming lawn of the childhood home Ginny had missed so much. It was with a pang in her stomach that she realized she hadn't seen it in almost a year. They had spent most of last summer and Christmas at Grimmauld Place.

Ginny shrieked when she saw her oldest brother, Bill sitting at the kitchen table and ran to hug him. She had always taken comfort in her oldest brother as he was the first one to be protective of her.

Over his shoulder, Ginny saw her. Old Fleur Delacour, the French girl from the Triwizard Tournament. Ginny knew Bill had been giving her private English lessons, but why the Hufflepuff did Bill bring her here?

"Oh, right," Bill said to Ron and Ginny. "You remember Fleur? Well, I've brought her here to stay so she can get to know the family before the big day."

"What big day, precisely?" Ginny asked.

"Bill and I are to be married!" exclaimed Fleur in her annoyingly heavy French accent. "Eet ees so nice to see you again, Bill 'as told me such wonderful sings about all his seeblings."

Behind them, Ginny saw her mother shake her head slightly.

"Wait a second, you're getting married?"Ginny demanded.

"Well, yeah." Bill replied gently. It was obvious he didn't want to hurt Ginny as he knew she would probably be secretly jealous of Bill having a new favorite girl.

"I, uh...congratulations, I guess!" Ginny said uncertainly, eying Ron who said the same.

Ginny ran upstairs at top speed to drop her things off in her bedroom and vented her feelings into the toilet. How could he just go ahead and get married? And to her. Ginny didn't even know her very well, but she did know that Fleur was haughty and vain. Ginny couldn't help but have hard feelings towards her. She was obviously marrying her brother solely on his looks.

Throwing up was actually quite medicinal, like getting rid of her negative feelings and flushing them down the toilet. Each time she did it she told herself it was the last time.

"Tonight's the night," she reminded herself. Ginny felt a nervous pang in her stomach as she thought about telling her parents. The only thought that kept her going was that she would probably only last a day anyway under Mrs. Weasley's watchful eye without her noticing that Ginny was abnormally skinny and emaciated.

She was grateful at least, that her brothers had not said a word yet. Bill would find out tonight. Charlie would more likely than not the next time he came home. Percy...well maybe by the time he finally came home Ginny would be better. It was a bleak little flicker of hope as Ginny had just started to wrap her mind around the thought that she may struggle with this for the rest of her life.

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Ginny spent the rest of the time before dinner contemplating how she would get through her last meal that she would have to hide.

She freaked out as soon as she took off her school robes. There was nothing she could wear to hide how skinny she was. She would walk down into the kitchen and it would be unnecessary to say a word. She needed to say it for herself though, how else would they even begin to understand?

Ginny sighed and felt what dignity she had left break as she stood in front of her wardrobe mirror in her underwear and looked at her body properly for the first time in months.

The girl Ginny saw in the mirror was completely disgusting and not thin enough. She had been told enough times that she was scarily skinny, and she felt horrible. She knew that other people thought she was skinny, but she couldn't see it herself. She also didn't think she would ever be satisfied.

The girl who was really looking in the mirror was a scary sight without clothes on. She wasn't quite as bad as those haunting pictures typically shown to depict a severely anorexic girl, but she was definitely too thin to be considered healthy or at all normal.

Her cheekbones were more prominent than ever, as she had little fat left in her face. Her tiny, stick-like arms weren't just skin and bone yet, but they could not get much thinner without being able to actually see the bone. They stuck out disproportionately from her chest, where her bones were visible underneath her paper-like skin. Her waist was now too small to line up with her ribcage, so her ribs stuck out from her stomach like a sore thumb. Her hipbones were becoming visible was well, connecting to her now chicken legs. It wasn't by any means absolutely horrifying, but it still had more scary potential to get worse.

Ginny tore her eyes away from the mirror and put on Charlie's old long sleeved t-shirt that she liked to wear to bed sometimes with pajama pants. She could get away with that. There was no pretending she was tired, Ginny didn't see anything peculiar about wanting to spend the evening in her pajamas. Ginny was grateful that Charlie had always been the biggest of her brothers.

She got through dinner without incident. The binge-eating episodes followed by self-induced vomiting gave Ginny just enough meat on her bones left to cause her mother to believe she was merely underfed at school and required triple helpings of everything.

Ginny ate what she could manage without complaint. There was no need to cause a scene yet. She enjoyed being home as much as she had anticipated, but with the exception of Fleur, who Ginny had properly re-christened "Phlegm."

Fred and George made their usual jokes while Ginny pretended to laugh at them. Apprently they had already started their joke shop with gold from who knows where and were moving to a little flat in Diagon Alley. Ginny's heart broke anew at this news. Everything was changing she felt. She would have never expected the two brother's that teased her the most to be the ones she would be so sad to see leave. They had been pretty lenient with her lately. Still, Ginny felt as though everything were falling apart.

She received the usual glances from the twins and Ron when they saw her eating. That was to be expected. Ginny also learned that her father had gotten a promotion at work, which only added to her guilt of having to ruin any happiness tonight. Her father worked so hard for her, and this is what she had turned out to be.

Ginny felt a sense of dreading after what seemed like forever when her mother finally started clearing the table.

Of course, not being able to resist, she ran upstairs relieved herself of her meal after everyone had left the kitchen. She purged violently until she decided she was relaxed enough to brave her parents.

She was really hoping to catch either her Mum or her Dad on their own, but having Ginny's luck she found the two of them sitting in the living room, looking perfectly serene. Her Mum sat with her knitting needles while her Dad read the Daily Prophet.

She took an extra-long breath and walked slowly into the living room. They looked up when they saw her approaching timidly, evidently expecting her to say something. She should have prepared them better for this.

"Mum, Dad..I've got to tell you something. I haven't been well this school year at all. I-"

Ginny stopped mid-sentence, her eyes wide. Her parents stared at her in shock. She fell to her knees as she felt the pain sear through her entire body, as if her body was shutting down. She barely had time to notice her father rushing to her side or her mother cry out her name.

Then everything went blank.

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A/N:

Another long author's note. Just don't read this if my musings are boring to you. I tend to blabber on and on. I need a Harry Potter blog or something...

I love you guys! Thanks so much for all of your feedback and support, it's meant the world to me. I still remain completely blown away by the number of reviews I've received. Just me, the little five foot tall Harry Potter obsessed girl who actually enjoys being a nerd and spends all her time buying more clothes she doesn't need (because as well as Harry Potter she's enthralled with fashion) and thinking about her poor Freddie who died in the Battle Of Hogwarts.(not to mention talking about Harry Potter as if it's completely real, which it is right?) No don't worry I have friends I promise, they accept my quirky Potterness. :p

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