She was so perfect. What was she dreaming about? Was Hermione dreaming about the things that I dreamed about doing to her? Was she having a wet dream about me?

Before everything fell to pieces, she was beautiful. Shining, happy, passionate, lovely, the light of the party. She's still beautiful. But she's damaged. Damaged in a beautiful way.

If Harry was raised by Sirius and Remus.. But James and Lily watching from the afterlife.

It started out as a punishment for messing up-failing a homework assignment or a test, getting in a fight with my brothers, or forgetting to do something my mother has asked me to do. It was simple at first, just a few things to be punish myself for, things that made sense. Then it got ridiculous. I was just searching for a reason.

It was the worst at night. It's always the worst at night. I can make it through the day, but at night, it's like there's a magnet pulling me to the kitchen. Pulling me to the food that I didn't need. The food that would make me fat and disgusting. TW: eating disorder/cutting