Year 3

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After the holidays, I'm a little self conscious about my weight, as I gained a little from being so well fed living with the Weasleys instead of the Dursleys.

Once I get on the train to find a compartment to stay in, someone runs past me, yelling, "haha, fatty!" To me.

I rush my way to my compartment and try and push that thought out my head.

At dinner, I sit with the Ravenclaws insead (they are my own house). While I'm eating, I hear a couple side comment about how I'm eating so much, so I tone down how much I eat.

That night, as I walk to the Griffindor tower, I hear a few people snicker at how I'm so fat.

I wrap my hands around my stomach and run to the Griffindor tower.

I accidentally run into someone and stumble about, mumbling a string of apologies.

"Watch where your going, fatty!" Draco yells at me.

I continue to the Griffindor common room and sleep on the couch.

In the morning, there are people questioning why I look so different.

I skip all of my meals that day, and surprisingly, Fred and George don't notice.

I skip most of my meals the next day, but show up for dinner, and eat a couple pieces of bread.

After a few weeks of skipping most my meals, I look like I'm just skin and bones, but all I can think of is people calling me fat. Or was it just voices on my head?

One day, I took my jumper off and my shirt lifted up, revealing my extremely bony figure. Almost all the people in the room are staring at me.

"Um, y/n, when did you last eat?" Ginny asks me, seriously concerned.

"Oh come on, I'm fine! I ate just last meal" I lie, the last time I actually ate was 3 or 4 days ago.

"Oh, come on, we all know that's a lie" Ron says, "you didn't even go to lunch"

"Yeah, I missed it but I ate a few things from the kitchen" I keep lying.

"Ok, buy as long as we see you at dinner" Ginny says.

Fred and George are just sitting there in silence.

"Hey, shouldn't you guys be worrying about her? She's your bloody girlfriend" Ron says to Fred and George.

They still don't say anything.

Later that night, I go to dinner, receiving a couple approving looks from people I know, and I sit down and nibble on a piece of bread.

That night I lay in my own bed and cry myself to sleep.

In fact, I was so blinded by my own weight that I forgot all about the dementors and the escaped prisoner.

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