In one day Harry would begin a new year at Hogwarts and for the first time ever he didn't want to go. He stood with feet planted in front of the bathroom
mirror scrutinizing the acne that had seemingly taken over his face in those short summer months. He looked at the dark circles underneath his eyes and
wondered how they could have possibly gotten there. He certainly was getting enough sleep and eating right. Harry moved from his face to analyze the
rest of his body. He sighed deeply and felt close to tears because somehow he had become undeniably fat. He pictured Malfoy circling him, laughing,
calling him 'fatty' or 'ugly.' He saw the people, who a year ago worshipped him, whispering things like: 'Harry's a real mess' or 'He's really let himself go'
or even worse than that, they may just laugh at him. Harry wished for the thousandth time that there was a spell to make you thinner or a spell to remove
acne. And he contemplated the idea that some wizard had cast an ugly spell on him. It was a definite possibility…
Ok that's it for now, sorry it's so short. But I promise more soon!