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Sweet Dreams—George Weasley

Y/N Witherford, a quiet yet determined girl. Living with her mother and stepfather, her only escape is Harry, Ron, Hermione, muggle music and books, and a certain red haired prankster.

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This is my first attempt at fanfiction so bare with me. This book contains cussing, abuse (physical and emotional) and toxic relationships with parents. I will be putting warnings at the beginning of each chapter, but if these topics trigger you, then please don't read. I will be following the book storyline. I'm starting off with the third book, but there will be mentions of the previous books, and I'll be showing how they all met each other. I hope you enjoy <33

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This chapter takes place in The Sorcerer's Stone

N/N stands for nick name

Part 2 Part 3

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I Wanna Be Your Lover-Prince

That was the song that was playing on your Walkman as you sat in the large compartment, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to start moving.

Going against your mothers wishes, you packed the muggle device in your suitcase. If your stepfather found out you even had the Walkman in your possession, he would be furious and he would punish you severely. You shuddered at the thought.

You were grateful you wouldn't see him for the next 9 months.

I wanna be your lover

I wanna be the only one that makes you come running

I wanna be your lover

As you started to sing the chorus, the door to the compartment started to open. Panicking, you hurriedly took off the headset, and shoved it under your seat, not wanting anyone to see you with it.

In the doorway stood a lanky boy who looked to be about 13, with dark hair and freckles. A Weasley, no doubt. You had heard your stepfather talk about the Weasleys in a way that made you blood boil. You personally had never met any of the Weasleys, but you knew enough about them just by how much your stepfather talked about them.

"The wizarding world would be much better off without scum like the Weasleys. They're the biggest blood traitors out there. Lucious was saying that they need to be put in their place, and I one hundred percent agree." He would say.

"Sorry to bother you, but have you seen a tarantula anywhere? A friend of mine brought it with him and now we can't find it." the red-haired boy said, eyeing where your Walkman sat under your seat. "Whatcha got there?"

"Uh nothing...and no I haven't seen a tarantula. Sorry." you said, gently kicking the headset further back.

"I don't believe you in the slightest. Whatever it is, I promise I won't tell. I pinky promise." He said holding his pinky outstretched towards you.

You giggled at the gesture "You should at least tell me your name before you start making serious promises like that."

"Oh of course, where are my manners," he said sitting down next to you. "I'm George Weasley. First year at Hogwarts?" he asked.

"I'm Y/N Witherford, and yeah it is." you said sheepishly. "I'm guessing it's your second year?"

"Third actually. Now show me what you're hiding under your seat pretty please."

"Fine. But you have to promise not tell anyone."

"I pinky promise," he said extending his pinky out. You hesitantly interlocked your pinky with his.

"This is so embarrassing," you muttered as you slowly started to get the Walkman from under your seat.

"George? George! Where the bloody hell are you?" came a voice from the hallway.

"Ahh, that's my brother calling for me," he said as he got up. "Will you show me what it is another time?"

"If you play your cards right, maybe," you said, grinning up at him.

He grinned back, "Excellent, see you later N/N." he said as he went back out in the hallway.

No one had ever called you that in years, the only person who ever called you that was your mother, but that was before she got married to your stepfather. You were left sitting there confused.

Seeing this as an opportunity, you got your headset out and put it back on. But as soon as you pressed the play button, the compartment door started to open. Again, you took it off and shoved it back under your seat.

Not only was there another Weasely standing in the doorway, but there was also a boy with black messy hair and glasses.

"Anyone sitting in here with you? Everywhere else is full." said the Weasley. You shook your head as both of the boys sat across from you. It was silent for a moment.

"Uh I'm Y/N Witherford. It's nice to meet you both." you said awkwardly, twiddling your thumbs.

"I'm Ron. Ron Weasley," Ron said just as awkwardly. It was clear that he felt awkward sitting in a compartment with a girl.

"I'm Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you too." Harry said, a little less awkwardly.

Your eyes widened as he introduced himself. "Are you really Harry Potter?" you asked skeptically.

Harry nodded.

"I know! I didn't believe it at first either I just thought my brothers were messing with me." Ron said excitedly.

"Sorry if I came off as rude, it just surprised me when you introduced yourself, that's all." you said, internally panicking, thinking that you just insulted The Boy Who Lived.

"You didn't come off as rude. I've been getting that reaction a lot lately." Harry said reassuring you.

You breathed a breath of relief in your mind as the Hogwarts Express finally started to move.

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The three of you were currently talking about Chocolate Frog cards and pigging out on Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands and a variety of other magical sweets.

"I think the only wizard I'm missing is Paracelsus. I can't find him anywhere and it's driving me mad." You said chewing on some Droobles Best Blowing Gum. "I swear if I don't find him soon, I'm gonna go insane."

"The only one I'm missing is Agrippa, I think." Ron said, his mouth full of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.

"How many of these cards are there exactly?" Harry asked, opening up another Chocolate Frog.

"Hundreds at least, "Ron answered, shaking the jellybean box to see if there were any left. "Wanna see a spell my brother taught me?"

"Sure," Harry answered.

Ron dug around in his trunk until he pulled out a battered looking wand. He set the jellybean box on the floor and put is pet rat Scabbers on his lap. Just as he raised his wand, the compartment door opened. A girl with busy hair was standing in the doorway.

"Have you three seen a toad anywhere? A boy named Neville has lost one." She said in a bossy voice. You noticed that she had very large front teeth.

"We've already told him we haven't seen it," Ron said, but the bushy haired didn't reply to him. She was looking at the wand in his hand.

"Oh are you doing magic? Let's see it then." She said as she sat next to you. You slowly scooted a tiny bit away from her.

"Er- alright," Ron said, clearing is throat.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

You had to hold back your laugh as Ron waved his wand around. Nothing happened to the rat.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" The girl said. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is. I've heard-I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough. I'm Hermione Granger by the way, who are you three?"

You couldn't comprehend anything that Hermione said. She spoke so fast. You were impressed that this muggle girl had already learned all the course books by heart. You had only skimmed over them.

"I'm Y/N Witherford. It's nice to meet you Hermione," you said, smiling at Hermione. She smiled back.

"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.

"Harry Potter," Harry said.

"Are you really?" Hermione exclaimed. "I know all about you, of course- I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."

You felt bad for Harry seeing Hermione fangirl over him like this. You were sure that Hermione meant no harm, but you saw how uncomfortable Harry got just by the look of his face. Poor Harry.

"Do you three know what houses you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best. I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad.... anyway, I'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon. I hope to see you later Y/N!"

And with that she left.

"Hermione sure does talk a lot," you thought.

"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she'd not in it," Ron grumbled.

"Oh Ron don't be rude," you said with a slight frown on your face. "She's muggle born, she's bound to be excited about all this wizard stuff."

"She seems a little too excited if you ask me." Ron mumbled

You laughed. "So quick to judge aren't you Ronald, I'm calling you that for now on, I don't care."

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"What's your favorite Quidditch team Ronald?" you asked out of the blue.

"Oh that's easy. The Chudley Cannons of course." Ron answered, puffing out his chest. "They're the best team in the league."

"I hate to disagree with you Ronald, but the best team in the league is actually The Wimbourne Wasps." you said mockingly.

Ron gasped. "How dare you say such a thing. The Wimbourne Wasps are-"

"What's Quidditch?" Harry interrupted.

"Oh sorry Harry, I forgot you were raised by muggles," you giggled. "My bad."

"Just you wait Harry! It's the best sport in the world!" Ron said gleefully.

You and Ron happily explained to Harry what Quidditch was, from the four balls to the positions of the players. You never had the chance to talk about something you were so passionate about, so you were happy that Harry was listening to you and Ron intently.

Suddenly the compartment door opened for the fifth time that day. You were getting a little bit tired of it honestly. Three boys entered the compartment. Two of the boys were big and looked mean. They reminded you of ogres and trolls. You recognized the other one as Draco, Lucious Malfoy's son. Your stepfather and Mr. Malfoy were very good friends, and he had him and is family for dinner quite a few times.

Whenever Draco was over at your house, you would stay as far away from him as you could. You just prayed that he wouldn't recognize you.

"Is it true?" he asked, "They're all saying all down the train that Harry Potter is in the compartment. Is that you?"

"Yes." Harry answered, looking at the two troll looking boys.

Draco saw that Harry was looking at the other guys. "Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle," he said, gesturing to the boys. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron coughed, but you knew he was doing that to hide his laugh. Draco glared at him.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."

"Okay Draco, that's enough," you snapped, fed up with how he was acting. You knew that Draco could be rude, but how he treated Ron made your blood boil. It reminded you of your stepfather.

Draco looked at you. "Oh Y/N, what are you doing hanging out with a Weasley?"

"That's none of your business," you spat, "You should really consider how you talk to people, you might gain a reputation."

"Any reputation that you're thinking of would be better than associating with a Weasley," Draco spat back.

"At least I don't have to rely on daddy's money to get me anywhere in life," you said, your voice laced with venom.

"I thought your stepfather raised you better than this Y/N," Draco smirked at you. "I wonder what he would do if he found out that you were hanging out with filth like a Weasley."

Those words made you shut up. Looking over at Ron, you saw that his face was red with anger.

Draco turned to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He said as he held out his hand for Harry to shake.

You were grateful when Harry didn't take it. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." he said.

"I'd be careful if I were you Potter," Draco said slowly, "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and Y/N and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."

You and Ron and Harry all stood up, all red in the face.

"Draco if you don't get out, I swear-" you said angrily.

"Or what Y/N?" he sneered. "You'll fight us?"

"Unless you don't get out now," Harry said angrily.

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we boys? We've eaten all our food, and you still seem to have some."

"Then buy some more, with daddy's money then," you said mockingly.

Goyle reached for Ron's pile of Chocolate Frogs, Ron leapt forward, but before Ron even touched him, Goyle let out horrible yell that sounded like a banshee.

Ron's rat, Scabbers was hanging off Goyle's finger. Crabbe and Malfoy backed into the hallway as Goyle swung his finger off, trying to get Scabbers off. Finally, Scabbers flew off his finger and hit the train window. All three went back to their compartment as fast as he could.

You doubled over in laughter, "Oh my gosh, that was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time," you said wiping tears from your eyes. "His scream sounded so much like a banshee, it was hilarious."

"How do you know Malfoy, Y/N?" Ron asked suspiciously. Your smile immediately fell from your face.

"His father and my stepfather are good friends," you said darkly. "He comes over to my house for dinner once in a while."

"What was he talking about when he mentioned your stepfather?" Harry asked, a look of concern on his face.

"It's nothing to worry about," you said quickly. "We should probably change into our robes, I expect we'll be there soon."

Ron and Harry looked at each other, looks of skepticism and concern etched onto both of their faces.

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You were nervous as you waited to get sorted. Whenever you got nervous, you would think of the lyrics to Come Together by the Beatles.

You were grateful that you packed up your Walkman while Ron and Harry were changing into your dress robes.

"Abbot, Hannah!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Brown, Lavender!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Bulstrode, Millicent!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

He got monkey finger, he shoot coca cola

He say, "I know you, you know me"

One thing I can tell you is you got to be free

You looked around and saw George talking to someone who you assumed was his twin brother. He looked over and waved at you, a big smile on his face. You waved back, smiling.

"Granger, Hermione!"

You turned your attention away from George to look at Hermione. The way she jammed the sorting hat on her head made you giggle.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

You heard Ron groan, you elbowed him in the stomach.

As others were called up there, you began to think to yourself. You wanted to be in Gryffindor but you knew you would be in Slytherin. Your whole family including your stepfather was sorted into that house. With the exception of your biological father. You didn't know where he was, let alone what house he was sorted into.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

You paid close attention to Draco as he went up there. The hat had barely touched his head when it shouted "SLYTHERIN!"

You internally groaned. You already knew it was gonna happen, but you were still disappointed none the less.

You began to zone out, when you heard "Potter, Harry!"

You heard whispers all around you as Harry walked up to the stool.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?

Harry was up there for a good minute. It seemed the hat was having trouble deciding where to sort him.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat finally shouted.

You saw Harry grin as he headed off to the Gryffindor table. You began to feel sad, knowing that the only friends you had made would be in different houses. And Ron had already revealed his dislike for Slytherin, that made it even worse.

There were only five people left to be sorted now.

"Thomas, Dean!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Turpin, Lisa!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

Finally it was Ron's turn, his face was as green as yours, maybe a little bit darker. He looked like he was gonna puke as he went up to the stool.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

You looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Harry and George clap hard as Ron sat down at the table.

Now there were only 2 people left, you and another boy. You felt like you were gonna pass out.

"Witherford, Y/N!"

You walked to the stool, thinking that your legs were gonna give out. The last thing you saw before the hat blocked your vision was George, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco staring intently at you, waiting to see what house you were gonna be sorted into.

"Hmmm difficult, very difficult," a voice said in your ear. You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. "Raised in a Slytherin household, but no Slytherin qualities at all. Very interesting indeed."

The hat took many more moments to think. You were even more nervous at how long it took for the hat to sort you.

Finally after what seemed like hours, the hat decided.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Draco's look of shook was nowhere near the look of shock on your face. Quickly though, your look of shock turned into a look of glee. You could feel Draco glaring daggers at your back. He would no doubt tell his father about this, and his father would tell your father. But you decided not to worry about that right now.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George all clapped the hardest as you eagerly sat down between Ron and George.

The last student was finally sorted, and everybody quieted down as Professor Dumbledore began to speak.

"You still gonna show me whatever you're hiding?" George whispered to you.

"I promised you didn't I? I never break a promise." you whispered back

Hermione shushed you and you and George stopped talking.

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Oh my lord this took me so long to type out 😭

Hopefully you enjoy this as much as I did making it :)

I'll try to upload as much as I can, co be patient with me.

xoxo, Izzy

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I’ve got it under control (George Weasley x reader)

Trigger warnings- Eating disorders. This is not the best thing that i have ever written but it is just something that for me is ever hard to write about but it is something very important to talk about. I have written this mainly on personal experience and if you have ever experienced an ED then not everything in this may apply to you. If you have an ED and aren't seeking help please do.

I have never had a good relationship with my body. Whether that was because I didn't like my stomach or my arms, I have always found something to criticize about my body. And for most people who look at my body they find it desirable. They think that I have a great attractive body. When people call me beautiful I just can't believe them no matter how many times they tell me I just don't understand what they are talking about. I mean I have saggy skin on my arms and even a little bit of a double chin and it doesn't get me started on my stomach. The brain of my existence. I hated my body and that was the truth.

The thing with me hating my body means that my relationship with my body has never been the best either. I mean everytime i eat pizza I have to make sure that there isn't any extra grease on it and most of the time I will dab the top of it just to be sure. Or I make sure that I am not eating anything with too many calories. Calories I have always had an obsession with. I mean you could ask me about any type of food and I could tell you how many calories it has. I have always had an obsession with numbers. Keeping the number as low as possible. I sometimes am able to forget about it for just a moment but just as I think that I am getting over it I relapse and it starts all over again.

This has been going on since I was around 12 years old so I was pretty young and it shocked many people that someone at that age can have so much self-hate about themselves but I think that they don't realize as the world adapts and progresses the more that cases like mine develop and become more frequent. And I think a problem with this is that it isn't spoken about enough and when it is talked about it is just pushed to the side and then forgotten about. This means that by the time that people start to notice it's serious and that is my problem with the world.

When I started dating George I for a time got over my calorie obsession or more like I could suppress it to make it not as noticeable. For George to find out I know that he would make it more of a big deal then it needed to be. I was trying to make sure that I didn't put on any weight. But to me, I really needed to lose some weight. I mean if i gained any more pounds then he probably wouldn't probably dump me like who wants to date someone who is fat.

Getting more comfortable in the relationship I knew that I needed to keep off the weight gain as I knew that most people who got further into a relationship would get more comfortable about eating more junk food and I just wasn't going to be one of those people I needed to stay disable. I needed George to look at my body and think that I was beautiful and that meant that a little dieting was required. And this meant lowering the amount of calories that I took in. Eating less. Exercise was something. I would wake up as early in the morning as I could and head out around the castle grounds exercising. I would run many miles a day. It was all just a diet and keeping healthy there was nothing wrong with it.

George started noticing a few months into it. And I must admit that was when it was getting bad. This was when it became more about control than it did about weight. Now this is the point where the scales tip. And i'm not talking about just the weight i mean this is when it becomes super serious. When it becomes about control and self discipline then this is the point where it's hard to go back. It's essentially the point of return.

I will always remember that day when I could see concern start to come off his face. We were down in the hall that morning having breakfast. And when I said we, I meant him. It was pretty quiet that morning as most students had later classes that day but anyway. I had a bit of food on my plate and I was playing with it. Just staring at the food made my stomach turn at the thought of putting it in my mouth. "You are not going to eat anything, love" he asks me. I look up at his concerned face and shake my head. "Not feeling the best today Georgie. Must just be close to that time of the month ''I say to him. He nods his head at me understanding. "Just promise me you will have a snack or something in case you get hungry before lunch ok don't want you getting hungry" he says finishing off his breakfast and getting ready to head to class as he was before mine.

I nod my head in agreement. "Yeah , I promise," I promised him. He smiles before standing up. "If you're really not feeling well go get something from Madam Pomfey ok" he says. I nod. He smiles and gives me a quick peck on the lips. "Okay i have to go. Love you" he says. I smile at him. "Love you too" I say and he walks off to his class. I sigh before pushing the plate away from me.

I didn't eat anything else that day. By the time the next day rolled around it had been nearly a week since I had eaten anything. My jaw ached as it missed the feeling of chewing. But the thought of eating repulsed me. I was on another one of my morning jogs and I had to admit my vision was getting spotty. But I was used to it. I finished my jog and headed up to the dorm room to get washed and dressed. When I walked up there I was surprised to see George sitting in the dorm room. It was unusual for anyone to be up at this time.

"Hey what are you doing up at this time?" he asked me, also shocked by the fact that anyone was up. I shrugged. "Just went for a run," I said casually. He looks at me a bit confused. "Since when do you jog?" he asked me. I shug. "Since forever. I am always up at this time ''I answer and he just nods accepting the answer. "Oh hey I need you to try this. It's this new brownie thing that was getting offered at dinner last night. You have to try it," he says as he gets a small bag out and grabs a bit of brownie. I felt sick.

"George, come on, it's too early to eat sugar. '' I tried to excuse and he pushed his lips and pulled a baby face at me. "Just a little bite" he pleads and I chuckle. I with as much strength as I have tae a small bit of the side of it. My jaw tenses with the movement of me chewing satisfies it. But my stomach says something different. He smiles at me looking for an answer. I nod my head and smile. "Yeah it's good I agree and he chuckles. "Told you" he says and I nod. "Yeah. It's good. Anyway i need to take a shower and get ready" i say kissing his cheek and heading up to the dorms.

By the time that i get to the showers the ache in my stomach is massive. To the point where I can't take it. I head to one of the toilet stalls and shove my fingers down my throat. I heave and throw up the little that I had in my stomach. I feel my body get weaker with every time that I have. But being as horrible as it feels also brings me a sense of relief. It always had. After I finish I head over and take shower. I looked at the clock and I was able to miss breakfast and now it was time for the lesson.

I remember sitting in Transfiguration class and not being able to focus on what McGonagall was staying because all I could focus on was the headache that I had and the blackspots in my vision. I remember someone asking me if I was okay and just collapsing.

For George who was sitting at the other end of the classroom seeing his girlfriend fall was the worst thing. It made his heart stop. Like it felt like it was taken out of his body. He just knows that when Y/N hit the ground he was out of his seat and right next to her taking her head in his lap stroking her face trying to wake her up. McGonagall was trying to get everyone out of the classroom and get someone to fetch Madam Pomfey. She knew better than to get George to leave so she just let him stay. In the midst of all of this she couldn't help but smile at the look of George speaking to you even when she knew you couldn't hear him. She knew that you could probably feel his comfort and that was what was heartwarming.

It was about an hour later that Madam Pomfey came out and saw the twins sitting. George shoots up and stands in front of her. "Is she okay? '' he asks quickly and she sighs. "She is fine to an extent but Mr Weasley it seems that what has caused Miss L/N to collapse was due to malnourishment. It seems that she hasn't eaten in nearly a week" she explains. Both of the boys were shocked. George shakes her head. "No I mean she ate something this morning she's been eating" he explains. Madam Pomfey shakes her head.

"Though she might have been eating it appears that she has been throwing up quite frequently. Her throat is very raw Mr Weasley. We have a suspicion that Miss L/N might have an eating disorder. I'm sorry" she says and George freezes. It was like everything clicks. Weight loss. The fact that she was paler. Lack of appetite. "Oh my God. Oh my God" George says over and over again as tears run down his face. Fred wraps his arm around his brother and looks at Madam Pomfrey.

"Can he see her?" he asks. Madam Pomfey nods her head and the twins follow her.

When they walk in they see Y/N lying in the bed sleeping peacefully. She looked horrible. Weak. Sick. George sits down and grabs her hand and kisses it. It was so skinny and frail. He sighs and puts your hand to his cheek and kisses it again. "I should have noticed Fred. I mean how could i have not noticed" he says blaming himself. Fred shakes his head and puts his hand on his shoulder. "You couldn't have known. You have never dealt with something like this before. And anyway how were you meant to know? Something like this is the last thing someone thinks of" he says. George just shakes his head and looks at you. You needed to get better. You had to.

George sits for the rest of the day next to you. He had been excused from his lessons as long as he caught up but at this moment in time that was the last thing on his mind. Madam Pomfey said that you would most likely be out until at least tomorrow due to the strain your body had gone through. It still made George feel sick at the fact that he didn't notice that you were struggling. He couldn't get why you would do this to yourself. It broke his heart.

It was near dinner time when the doors of the medical wing swing open and Mrs Weasley walks in. She sees her son sitting next to your bed and her heart shatters. You looked so different from the last time that she saw you. You were so skinny. Yu looked so sick. George lifts his head and looks at his mum with confusion. "What are you doing here?" he asks, confused. Molly walks to her son and sighs. "I need to be here for you and I/N. This is serious George. This isn't something that is going to go away easily. This is something that she has clearly been going through for a long time. This is something that is going to affect her for the rest of her life and she is going to need all of the help and support that she can get '' she says to her son. He nods and his mother wraps her arms around his as he silently cries.

You wake up early the next morning to see George sitting next to you sleeping peacefully. You had to admit you felt like shit. You had a massive headache and your throat was dry. Your whole body ached. You look down and see George's hand near yours and you take a hold of it. You feel George move and look up and see him wake up. He sighs with relief when he sees that you are awake. "Y/N '' he says as he leans down and kisses your head. You smile and put your hand on his cheek and stroke it to comfort him as you wipe away his tears. "I thought I lost you," he says. You shake your head. You both rest your foreheads on each other enjoying each other's presence.

A little bit later Madam Pomfey comes in and checks you over. You knew what was going to happen. You knew that they knew what you were doing now. Those things were going to change. That from now on you were going to be watched like a hawk and forced to do things that you didn't want to do because to them this was what was best for your health and that now you couldn't keep up your behaviour. You didn't understand it. To you this was fine. This was normal behaviour. You were just trying to lose some weight.

It wasn't until a few days later that the inevitable talk took place. It was you McGonagall, Madam Pomfey, Mrs Weasley and George who had to fight to be there. You might be asking why your parents weren't there and to keep things as short as possible. You were born to muggle parents and you had a good childhood and they loved you but when they found out that you were a witch they started to resent you they didn't want a child like you. So when they got the opportunity to send you to Hogwarts they shipped you off as soon as possible. It was clear to you during your first year when you sent them letters and they didn't reply or when they did keep their reply short and usually with no emotion that you knew that you being a witch changed the way that your parents thought of you. And they now didn't want you so that was when you went and stayed with the Weasleys and they became your family.

So here you were sitting in McGonagall's everyone's eyes. It was horrible. You didn't like the feeling of all the eyes on you. It made you feel like what you were doing was wrong but like i said what was wrong with losing a few pounds. "I don't really know how to start this conversation if I am being completely honest Mrs Weasley, the school has never really had to deal with something like this before. So is there anywhere we want to start with" McGonagall asks. The room goes quiet for a minutes before Molly speaks.

"How long has this been going on for '' she asks. No one knew the answer but you. You knew now that there was no point hiding. "I don't know. I guess I have always kind of done things like this but it never has got to this point before really" you say casually. Everyone was shocked by the tone of your voice when you spoke about the situation.

"Why do you do it" George whispers. You turn and look at him kind of shocked that he said something. He looks up at you. "Why do you do it" he repeats. You shrug. "It's just dieting i don't understand why it's a big deal" you say and George looks at you shocked. "Dieting. Miss L/N this is more than just dieting and losing some weight this is serious and you are talking about this like it is normal" McGonagall says shocked at your attitude.

"Come on. Who here looks at themselves sometimes and wishes that they could change something about themselves but are just too lazy to do anything about it. I'm just doing something about it" you argue. George shakes his head.

"This is more than just losing a few pounds Y/N. You are slowly killing yourself and you won't even admit it. I know that you know. So just say it. Why do you really do it? '' he shouts with tears running down his face. Molly puts a hand on his shoulder to get him to calm down and you chuckle.

"I do it because it makes me feel in control" you confess. Everyone sits still shocked at what you said. "I do it because it feels like i have control over something in life. I mean come. I mean I couldn't control the fact that my parents don't want me. That they hate me because I am a witch and I can't control how they think about me. I can't get them to love me. And i guess that what i feel about the situation i have turned onto myself and my looks. Something that i can control how i look. I hate the way I look because that look is what my parents don't like. So i lose weight to make myself look better to be different from what i looked like from when they had me. I don't want to look like that. I want to look the way i want to. I want to be able to look at myself in the mirror and not see the fat on my arms, my stomach, my thighs. I want to look at myself and see what I have done and know that I had control on that. And it makes me feel exhilarated. I am happy with the way that I look. And yes I admit that I have lost control but I'm fine. I have it under control. I don't see the problem with it" you shout. Both George and Molly have tears running down their faces. Madam Pomfey and McGonagal just look at you with pity.

"Well..." McGonagall starts and clears her throat. "Madam Pomfey, what do you think the best course of action is here to take for Miss L/N '' McGonagall asks.

"I think that what is best for Miss L/N now is to go to therapy. I think that she needs to be admitted to a ward and be monitored. I think that is what is best" Madam Pomfey replies. You shake your head. "No did you not just hear me. I have it under control. I am fine" you cry. George shakes his head and takes your face in his hand.

"Your not fine. You almost killed yourself Y/N. Don't you see that. You could die because of this. And I can't lose you. I cant you are my life. So i need you to do this for me because i want us to grow old together. To get married and have kids and I can't do that if I have to bury you. So please... get help" he cries. This is finally what causes you to break down. You could feel the pain that George was feeling and you knew that there was something you weren't seeing if this was the pain that you were causing. You nod your head and the sense of relief fills the room as you agree. This was the start of a long road to recovery and it wasn't going to be easy but you had to do this for George and yourself.

You are sent to the hospital where you are sent to a ward to watch you and give you therapy and get you on the road of gaining weight and being okay with your body. It was a long emotionally draining process. This was due to the therapy and not seeing George. With all that was going on with work at Hogwarts and everything else George hadn't had time to see you. It was heartbreaking but you thought of him all of the time and he was what got you through the months that you were stuck there.

In the months following your admission you start to see the reality of your behaviour. And start to accept the fact that you had an eating disorder and this was a lifelong thing. You knew that you were going to be dealing with this for the rest of your life. That you are never going to view food the same way as other people but as long as you could get through the day to day that was all that you needed.

When it was finally time for you to leave you walk out of that hospital with a smile growing on your face as you walk out and see George standing there with a grin on his face. You looked healthier. You didn't look like a ghost. You looked like the girl that he fell in love with. You drop your bag and run towards him wrapping your legs around his waist and you hug him. This was the first time in a long time that you felt like yourself and you now knew that with the help of George and your friends that you would overcome this and could beat this.

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