(A/N): Sorry I havent written in a while, but I honestly forgot about Liars. I know, I know, how dare I? OK, i'll try to update every week from now on. Enjoy the story :)

Hanna Marin strutted down Diagon Alley, her in-style four inch leather stilettos banging hard against the cobblestone. She gritted her teeth, hoping not to ruin them. As THE most popular girl at Hogwarts (except maybe her best friend Mona Vaanderwaal), she had to keep up her looks all the time. Lots of people from Hogwarts were milling around, and she didn't want to look bad. She passed a cute seventh year boy and waved at him, smirking as he stared in disbelief at her figure. Yes, she had improved this summer. Hanna had learned how to sweep her Dungbomb-colored hair back so that everyone could see. She had finally managed to put an Enlargement on her boobs. And she had lost a lot of weight. But that was her little secret...

Because, the fact was, Hanna was bulimic. She made herself throw up after binging on Bertie Botts Every Flavor Jelly Beans. Every day, or when she was feeling down, or when she felt hungry or bored, she would reach for one of those boxes she kept in her purse, and eat...and eat...and eat...until it all came up. But no one had to know that, because she was over that bad little habit by now. Let everyone think she got skinny on a special spell or diet or something. Hanna found her little binge-and-purge habit disgusting. But, she was kind of over it now.

"Hanna!" exclaimed Hanna's best friend, Mona, who was standing in front of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Shop.

"Mona!" said Hanna, grinning.

"Dang, did you see that ugly pashmina Kirsten's wearing?"

"I know. So un-Slytherin!"

"What a Hufflepuff-wannabe!"

Hanna noticed an old man staring at the two of them from the corner of his eyes. Pervert, she thought. After all, he looked old enough to be twice her dad's age. And that was saying something.

"Let's flash him" suggested Mona.

"Alright. On the count of three. One, two, three!" They both hiked up their ultra-tight micro-miniskirts, revealing their lacy thong underwear. His eyes bulged out and he nearly choked on his ice cream fudge sundae. The girls hurried away laughing like maniacs.

"Ohmigod, he totally had a boner!" Hanna said, cracking up.

"I know! What a perv!"

Once they had calmed down, they headed into Twilfit and Tattings for some upscale shopping.

"Nice bracelet" Hanna said, staring at the glistening silver toggle bracelet on one of the shelves.

"Yes, i think it would look gorgeous on you." A salesgirl added.

"You think so?"

"Definitely."

Mona butted in. "Hey, can I try on that diamond necklace?"

"Sure," said the salesgirl, reaching to open the glass case.

Hanna fingered a pair of earrings as the salesgirl's back was turned. Quickly, she slipped both the earrings and bracelet into her purse, and made hasty eye contact with Mona. Mona put all the jewelry she had been trying on back on the counter, like she always did just after Hanna finished a job. They were experts at it, having done it all summer long. She loved the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the sheer giddiness of taking something without having to pay a price.

The two of them fled the scene, grinning like fools. Mona showed Hanna the bracelet she had stolen. "You got yours?"

"Yeah" said Hanna, opening her purse and slipping the bracelet on. She held up the earrings "I also got these."

Mona raised her thinly plucked eyebrows. "You're such a badass."

"Thanks, bitch." It felt good, outdoing Mona.

As Hanna returned the earrings to her purse, a tiny slip of paper fell out. Hanna picked it up. It was an old photo of her, Aria, Spencer, Emily and Ali, sitting on the Quidditch bleachers. They were grinning awkwardly, all except Ali, who looked perfect, like always. Hanna stared at herself in disgust. Her hair was frizzy, her cheeks were chubby, and she had spinach stuck in her braces. And ugh-was that Sensual Toffee lip gloss on her lips? Why hadn't she known that stuff was for old women? Hanna's eyes flicked to Ali, looking perfect, slim and beautiful as always. Her blonde hair was curled around her delicate face as she giggled at the camera. Hanna jammed the photo back into the purse.

If only Ali could see her now.