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WARNING: this chapter contains vomitting (not explicit ) and implied/referenced ED. Don't read this if you feel uncomfortable or triggered by this. Please note however, that a lot of chapters from Evangeline's POV will involve EDs as much of this story will follow their mental anguish as well as other aspects of the plot.
Chapter 1 - Evangeline
Sitting on the swings, she wonders where it all went wrong. Perhaps it was when his name was called out from the goblet of fire, or when he stabbed the basilisk. Perhaps even when he survived the killing curse, or when the prophecy was made. Hopefully it was one of the first two. That, at least, could be stopped. She knew how and when it happened, she also knew who caused it. And, most importantly, she would be in the same place as the poor boy for most of this. The actions would not happen before she could walk or talk properly, and would not happen somewhere she could not find. She could help. She could stop it.
She avoided thinking about how she got back here. Who would willingly think about their own traumatising deaths? Beyond that, what she went through, she thought, wasn’t as bad as others. Not as bad as the half-bloods, or muggle-borns, and most certainly not as bad as the life of the boy who lived. She was a pureblood, with a big name, her father was one of the dark lord’s servants, and she managed to run or hide for most of the fights. What ‘trauma’ could she possibly have from hiding?
She had a much bigger problem. Stopping the war before it starts. It would be difficult in this body, but she knows more than others now. She’s the one who has the knowledge, and she knows she needs to protect her friends and family, as they won’t know. Not that she actually has those just yet. At Hogwarts things will be different. Hogwarts is where she met Josie and Talia. She died the first out of the three. Or so she assumes, because everyone’s messages and communication had been cut off for a bit. She hopes that her Josephine, and the Talia she knew so well, had had happy lives even after she died. They deserved better than a death so young.
She blinked the tears out of her eyes, and rushed back to her home. It was dark now, and Mimzy (the house elf who took care of her) would scream the house down if she stayed out any longer. Besides, she could afford some time now, it was still a year till she gets to Hogwarts, and another 3 till Harry first arrives at school. It's only then that the dangerous things start to resurface.
She has time. Surely.
Once she got home, she got this amazing food, that even though she felt bad, she simply couldn’t eat fully. She felt sick about all the things she would have to do, and how she needed to plan out everything now, so that she can save the most amount of people. She didn’t want Mimzy to notice that she wasn’t eating though, as that could be even worse. So she forced everything in, and then rushed to the toilet, turning on the sound cancelling charm that was there as she threw it all up.
She told herself she’d properly eat tomorrow, after she’d finished planning. This was a lie, she knew it was a lie, but she had to say that to make it seem better. It was something she’d picked up when she was around 18. She’d ran away with Talia and Josephine, and she had all this food with her. Others didn’t have it, so why should she, someone who had done nothing, deserve to have it? Of course the others deserved it, they were good people who tried their best to keep the others safe whilst they were also safe.
She never told the girls. They’d say she had an ‘eating disorder’ and that she had to eat. Which was pathetic. She could eat if she wanted to. She didn’t obsess over her weight. She didn’t cry in the mirror hoping to be prettier. She just didn’t like it. It wasn’t fair that she got these delicacies when muggleborns that she probably walked past in school were starving, and getting captured and killed.
Notes:
Sorry this one was so short. I try to write out the background but my mind keeps skipping to the good parts. I know that backgrounds about characters are needed though, for anyone reading to understand their thought processes. What do you think of this character? I'm writing this at midnight, so I really hope the writing isn't too bad and that there aren't any horrendous spelling mistakes. Please comment if there are :)