TW: Eating disorder, bullying, self harm, suicide.
Fleamont Potter barely ate anything.
Oh, he ate alright, but it was hardly enough to survive a minute, let alone a couple of hours.
Monty always ate tiny pieces of food, like a few grapes or a slice of cheese or a cracker. These were hardly a snack, let alone a meal.
Monty wanted to lose weight, and he was losing it dramatically.
He was so skinny and frail, that if you hugged him, you could feel his ribs.
Monty knew there was something wrong with him, and he wanted help, but something was telling him not to get help.
Monty had the bottle of pills in his hand, and he was struggling with the childproof lid.
The lid popped off and Monty threw it to the ground, shaking all of the hard white pills into his hand.
Monty ran out onto the balcony. He was alone in Potter Manor. His mother, Charlotte, was at St Mungo's for the night (Charlotte was a Healer) , his father, Henry, in his office in Potter Manor, and Monty's siblings on sleepovers with friends.
Monty spun around, crying.
He poured all the pills into his mouth, and he started to swallow them. He was mad for taking them dry, his da was always adamant to drink water when taking a pill.
But Monty didn't care anymore. He wanted to die, and he would miss everyone he loved, he'd written letters to them.
Monty fell to the floor, and his vision began to fade.
Henry Potter had a sinking feeling in his stomach for some reason.
He hated that feeling.
So he ran down the corridor to check on his son, Monty.
Henry knocked on the door, but Monty didn't answer.
Henry opened the door, and his stomach did a backflip.
"MONTY!" He shouted. "MONTY!"
Charlotte Potter was going into her office at St Mungo's, and sort out some paperwork, when a co-worker grabbed her by the arm.
"Urgent case, we've got a fifteen year old boy, attempted suicide."
"Suicide?" Charlotte whispered, horrified.
"It's bad, Charlotte."
Charlotte ran down the corridors of St Mungo's, to Room 267.
"Henry?!" She gasped.
Henry stood in front of the room, tears streaming down his face.
"No- but- I can't be." Charlotte whispered.
"It's Monty." Henry whispered.
Charlotte pressed her hand to her mouth, and she started to cry, Henry hugging her tightly.
"He'll live." Charlotte said, tears streaming down her face.
"Really?" Henry said hopefully.
Charlotte nodded.
"I had to save my son, my baby boy, from dying. Because of suicide." Charlotte whispered. "And I don't want to see Monty like that again."
"Neither do I." Henry said, starting to sob.
"Come in." Charlotte said.
"I can see him?" Henry said.
"You're his father. Of course I say so."
Monty was laying on the hospital, tubes and wires running in and out of his his heartbeat and oxygen levels.
Charlotte stood by the door, her face stained with tears as Henry whispered words of love to their son.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that pain. But- Monty, if you can hear me, me and your Mum love you so much. We want you to wake up, and have a brilliant life. Please don't leave us..."
Henry had gone back home to Potter Manor, and he had sat on the couch, his mind in a daze.
He would stay awake until Monty came home, alive and well and safe... And happy.
"Henry..."
Henry jolted awake from his sleep. Charlotte was standing in front of him, tears falling down her face.
"Is Monty alive?!" Henry asked hopefully.
Charlotte shook her head.
"No, he's not. Monty's gone, Henry. He's dead."