A/N: I am so sorry that this took me almost a month, and I know it's really short and not exactly my best work, but I wanted to get this out to you. As I've previously stated in previous Author's Notes, I am in Year 12, and I am really busy! I finish all of my classes in late September, then I have my exam in November, so once I finish in September, I should be able to update a bit more frequently. Part of the reason why this took me so long because I hadn't decided what I was going to do with Lily at this part in the story, but I sorted it out

Anyway, please don't kill me!

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I'm okay, really.

Three adults sat silently inside the head office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they sat like stone, none of them moving. For ten minutes, they sat in silence. Until the older woman spoke to the younger couple with a caring tone with shock still showing in her eyes.

"Ginny, Harry, would you like me to bring Lily in here so you can talk to her?" Professor McGonagall spoke, the red-haired woman started at the noise, with a fresh wave of tears streaming down her face.

"No, I'd like to talk to Ginny first. Thank-you, Minervra" Harry said, and Minervra walked out silently yet quickly. He stood up, and he hugged his wife, rubbing his hands up and down her back, comforting her, reassuring her. Eventually, the tears stopped.

"Harry . . . what are we going to do?" Ginny said softly,

"I don't know, but it looks like we'll have to move her to St. Mungo's," Harry sighed,

"I know, she's not going to get any better here. With what I've been told by Albus and Scorpius over the holidays, Vincent is the sole cause of this, and if she stays here, it's just going to get worse." Ginny spoke,

"What about next year though?" Ginny questioned him,

"When we get to it, we'll talk about it then. She might have to stay in for longer," Harry sighed again,

"She's so young . . . I remember when she cried over scraped knees, not over boys. He shattered her, Harry" Ginny said, tears were welling up in her eyes. She was hardly ever teary, and it had never been for her daughter. Harry strode over to her again, and he hugged her, with tears falling down his own face.

"Our poor girl, our little girl," Harry spoke through the tears. They were both shuddering; all that could be heard in the room was the sobs, and heavy breathing and gasping.

For five minutes, they stood there, until the bell chimed signalling the end of lunch, did they break apart.

When the lunch bell rang, Minerva McGonagall knocked on the door, signalling her entrance. Her face was lined with years of knowledge, stress, and wisdom. The once black hair had turned to a grey colour now. The 2nd Wizarding War was 26 years ago, and she had been through the 1st Wizarding War, and had seen many friends, students, colleagues, and loved ones die. It wasn't exactly a secret that she was growing old for a witch. Witches and Wizards usually lived until they were about 150 years old, some living older, up to 200, and others not even making it to 130 years old.

"Would you like me to bring them in now?" The professor asked,

"Yes, but only Lily" Ginny said, "And would you be able to stay in here with us, Minerva?"

"Of course" Minerva nodded, and she left to collect Lily from where all three teenagers were sitting.

"Mum? Dad? What's going on? Who was that person?" Lily asked as soon as she walked through the door, her face was pale with exhaustion, but there was something else there too. Something that her parents couldn't quite put their finger on.

"Lily, the person that just asked you all of those questions was a Healer from St. Mungo's. They asked you questions to assess your current mental health state, and they gave us the results." Ginny said softly. Lily's face became paler than it already was.

"And . . .?"

"They told us that you suffer from Major Depression, Anorexia Nervosa, and are suicidal." Harry said,

Lily said nothing.

"Sweetheart -" Ginny started

"Why were they here?" Lily interrupted, her eyes narrowing. All three adults could sense a possible outburst in the near future.

"Albus contacted us late last night, and this morning when we got here, he told us what's been going on. I contacted St. Mungo's, because of what he told me. Sweetheart, you're not in trouble" Harry said gently,

"Why can't he mind his own business? I'm perfectly fine." Lily muttered,

"Lily, you're not okay. You need help, and we're going to get you that help." Harry said,

"And how are you going to get me this help?" Lily snapped,

"You're going to be living at St. Mungo's for the next six weeks, and you'll undergo treatment, counselling, and you'll also continue doing external classes, and you'll take your O. from there as well." Harry said. Something in Lily's face changed, but it quickly reverted back to normal.

"But Dad, I'm fine, really." Lily insisted, her father sighed.

"Lily, your parents want you to get better. You're sad, and upset, and they don't want you to be unhappy anymore. If you go to St. Mungo's, you'll get better." Minerva McGonagall suddenly spoke up,

Lily frowned, her fingers playing with each other.

"What will happen for next year though? Will I come back to Hogwarts?"

"We're not sure; we'll talk about it when the time comes." Ginny said quietly, wrapping her arms around her daughter.

"We're here for you sweetheart, we just want you to get better." Harry said, walking over to his wife and daughter and joining their hug.

"But you can't get better if you don't get the help that you need," Ginny added,

"Fine, I'll go." Lily mumbled.

Her parents breathed a sigh of relief.