Author's Note: These are not my characters; and none of these events are to do with events occurring in J.K Rowling's novels.
I am sorry I have not updated this story in a long time; I lost the site, and could not update. I also lost the story as my computer crashed and I had to delete the entire story in the process. I have added this chapter; although I don't think it's quite final right now. It is a short chapter right now, but I'm still adding to this one, changing things as well, so if it doesn't make all that much sense, check back later and it should be a little easier to understand. I'm not abandoning this story; I just wanted to let you all know. There is still more to come, hopefully I can get this chapter finished in the next couple days, and then begin on the twelfth. I also want to begin other stories, so we'll see what happens. This story will be updated by the weekend though.
Chapter 11
Soon after the dinner, we headed back to Hogwarts. I was told I could stay until term ended in two weeks, but only if there was no need for me to be in the hospital wing at all. I worried about the end of the term coming, being taken away, and being forced to eat mountains of food. I headed up to my bed, sat down and began to open up the book Ginny had let me start to decorate almost three months ago to this very day. Ginny didn't come visit me anymore. She seemed scared of me, in fear that I would break. I saw her walking with friends a couple days ago, and although she did wave, she seemed distant. I opened up the book to the first page; which was supposed to be my writings and photos of muggles, but a page had been glued in it's place:
Dear Hermione,
I just wanted to let you know that there is nothing wrong with you. You are a beautiful girl, who is loved by all, cared for, and watched over. Everyone here at Hogwarts would love to know youl would love to be your friend. This worrying over your weight, over being fat is useless. You are not fat, you don't need to lose weight. You are perfect the way you are. I know you probably don't believe this. But you are perfect, and that's why we love you Hermione, because of who you already are.
Love your friends, Ginny, Harry and Ron
"They would do something like this for me?" I whispered a tear falling from my eye. Never before had someone treated me like this; like they actually cared.
But then I began to think some more, and I started questioning their motive for writing this. They didn't really care for me at all, did they? They wanted me to believe it. But I wouldn't fall for it.
I sat on the bed some more, going over the days events. My mother and father thought I was sick, even the teachers thought I was sick. My friends thought I was sick. No one would listen to what I had to say. They just believed what they wanted, and wouldn't look the other way. How could I prove to them that I didn't have these so called "eating disorders" they spoke about? Why were they so worried about what I ate?
I decided to go down to the dining hall for the rest of dinner; when I got down there, the room was filled with constant chatter. I saw Ron sitting with Ginny, playing a game of some kind. I stood there watching them, watching as they smiled and laughed. They weren't worried about food, or weight. I had thought Ginny was, but she appeared to be fine. She wasn't like me.
I stood and watched as Harry came in, sat down with Ron, and said something. Ron and Ginny both laughed, their eyes bright. Neville came over to where they were, and began talking as well. They appeared to be a happy family; leaving me out of the picture altogether. I wondered if they remembered me, or if they thought I had already left? They seemed to be happy without me, and so I turned around, heading for the library.
"What use am I in the dining hall anyways? I don't belong there. I belong in the library, where the books are. Where it's quiet and peaceful and I can concentrate on reading. That's all I really need." I mumbled to myself, as I walked in the door.
I grabbed a chair, pulled it up to a computer and typed in anorexia. A bunch of stuff came up, and I read every single bit of it. These people around me have no clue what they were talking about. They say I have this disease, but I don't have any of the signs it lists. I think their all lies, trying to trick me into believing something, when in reality I am the only one who sees the truth.