Choices || Harry Potter [HP X PJO]

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A/N: I don't care if you hate Taylor, if you can listen to this song, listen please! It really sets the mood for the chapter!

Hold on, baby you're loosing it

Hermione had been training every day after dinner for a month, and I had never been more exhausted between working late training and getting up early to work with Snape on the potion. I couldn't stop working with Snape, though, and I didn't have it in my heart to stop training Hermione, not when she was so happy and getting on so well with Draco.

It was taking drastic effects on my health, though. I had stopped eating in fear of throwing it all up, only eating small bits of ambrosia that kept getting bigger and only drinking nectar. I had stopped sleeping at all, going into the Forbidden Forest to find rogue Greek Monsters to kill.

I was still strong, but I got skinnier and started fainting at times where I was too active. Dark rings were forming under my eyes, but no one noticed. I would zone out more often, lost in my darkest memories. Even though I was retaining everything I was taught, my grades were slipping from all 'O's too all 'A's, and oftentimes I would fall asleep in class.

Hermione didn't notice, Draco didn't notice, even Remus didn't notice, too caught up in caring for Harry. I was slipping away, fading into nothing as my cheeks slimmed and my body and mind grew fragile.

 Don't let them see, I thought desperately, grabbing onto the wall to steady myself from my shaking body. I took a heaving breath as my heart rate stayed rapid like it had all month. A student rammed into my side, and I was sent to the ground, my head crashing into the cold tile floor as my vision grew hazy.

My arms were shaking like never before as I pushed myself to my feet, bringing my hand up to my hair to feel blood, but I ignored it. 

Scorp, Ethan would've said in a soft voice if he was alive. He would have held me with one arm, brushing my hair out of my face with my other has he would have gazed into my eyes with a sad expression, just as sad as his voice. You have to stop this. You have to take care of yourself, Scorpia. Please, for me?

But he wasn't here, and there was nothing to stop me from continuing to loose it, from slipping into the rising water and letting go.

The water's high, you're jumping into it
And letting go, and no one knows

I took a few shuttering steps before pulling myself into an empty corridor and giving into my exhausted thoughts as I lay down on the ground and my vision turned back.

That you cry, but you don't tell anyone

I could feel myself being carried away. I saw Ethan, hovering by my side, worry brimming in his eyes. Come on, Scorp. You can get through this, I know you can. You're Scorpia, you're the strongest girl I've ever know.

But I wasn't strong anymore. I was weak and pathetic and tired. I was so, so tired, so exhausted I was ready just to lay down and watch the world pass around me. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to wake up, if I didn't, I could see Ethan again. I could see all of them again, Silena, Luke, Charles, Zoe, Bianca, everyone who had died in the war.

That you might not be the golden one

"Scorpia?" I heard, and I could see the bright lights through my eyelids.

"Here," I heard a gruff, familiar voice say. "Give her this, it seems she's been overworking her self a bit."

"How much does she weigh?"

"I just weighed her, she's only ninety-eight pounds and is 5'3". She's dangerously underweight, how did no one notice?"

"She seemed normal, happy."