Author's Note: Thank you everyone for the reviews. Sorry I have taken so long with this chapter. My computer has been messed up the past couple weeks and so I could not get on. Anyways this chapter is pretty short. The next chapter will be much longer. Hope you like this one.

I am not J.K Rowling and I did not create these characters within this story.

Chapter 9

"Harry! Hermione! We must get back to the school at once!" screamed Professor McGonagall.

"Now. Now. Calm down, my dear. You musn't make them scared." Professor Dumbledor whispered.

"What's wrong? What has happened?" Harry asked. The fear was evident in him. He had become very pale, and his hands were shaking.

"Oh, my dear boy. Nothing has happened yet. We are however concerned that a certain student has allowed a creature to enter the school. Nothing to worry yourself's about, I say. But to allow for the saftey to continue, all students must be in their dormitories." Professor Dumbledor spoke. He was calm, but Hermione thought she could see fear in his eyes as well.

"Albus...We must hurry. There seems to be a mist forming in front of the school. Oh dear...Hurry Albus!" Professor McGonagall screamed.

Everyone looked at her and then towards the school. What she had said was true. There were dark clouds forming outside of the school, but they looked like thunderstorm clouds.

Professor Dumbledor sat down at that moment and burst out laughing. Everyone turned around to stare at him. He looked up, and the moment he looked at Professor McGonagall he started to laugh harder.

"What is so funny, Albus?" she asked.

"Dear..Dear." Professor Dumbledor giggled. "Those are nothing more then storm clouds. The only danger these four are in, are the danger of getting soaked." he replied, laughing again.

"Well I never." Professor McGonagall said walking over to sit beside Professor Dumbledor.

We all laughed and then continued eating our meal. Professor Dumbledor talked away about his past travels, and how he had once met a person who knew all the languages in the world yet could not remember his own name.

My chicken fingers and fries were still on the plate they had arrived on, and I had only eaten half of the salad. I could feel everyone staring at me and when I looked up everyone had concern in their eyes.

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

"Hermione, you haven't eaten even half of your salad. You are becoming too thin. You need to eat." my mother said. She had tears in her eyes again, and my father looked like he was about to cry as well.

"Mother. You and everyone else has nothing to worry about. I am fine. My appetite has not been the same since I had the flu a while back. Everything is fine. I promise. "I replied eating some more of my salad.

"Then why won't you eat anything but the salad?" my father asked.

"I..." I started to say, but was interupted.

"Mrs. Granger, I believe that Hermione will only eat salad because of her problem. Now I know you said before that you did not want her put into treatment but if she does not start to eat properly that is the action that will have to be taken." Professor Dumbledor said.

"Treatment? What kind of treatment?" my mother asked.

"Well...This is a muggle disease and therefore she would have to go and see a muggle doctor for tests. We are unsure if the problem we discussed before is Hermione's problem but we believe she is showing signs of it. What would happen, as I understand, is she would have some tests taken, and if she falls into that category she would have to be hospitalized. She would go through a program, which would teach her to eat better, and as she completed each part of the treatment she would get more freedom. And then one day she would get to come back here to Hogwarts. But I have to warn you, it could take months for her to get better." he replied. "That is what I know of it. You would have to talk to the doctor to get more information."

"What are you talking about?" I screamed.

"Hermione, calm down." Harry said beside me.

"Harry this does not concern you. Mother what is Professore Dumbledor talking about?" I asked.

"Hermione. We think you have an eating disorder." Hermione's mother replied.