"Eliza, this is Scofield Danvy, your Ear," Dumbledore told the girl. She was in her bed in the dungeons, holding a ham sandwich in one hand and her Charms homework in another. "Eliza?"

Eliza looked up from the table of twenty useful charms when facing a rabid monkey and immediately swallowed the bite of sandwich that was in her mouth. Scofield Danvy was a very cute man. He appeared to be a teenager, but Eliza wagered that his age was between twenty and twenty two. She smiled slightly and nodded. "Hullo Mr.Danvy," Eliza said, dropping her Charms work on the desk, sticking out her hand and biting into her sandwich.

"Call me Scotty. Are you sure she's anorexic, Headmaster?" he said. Scotty's speciality was anorexic teenagers, hence the reason his old headmaster had owled him about his ex-Potions and ex-Arithmancy professors' daughter. Scotty spoke to Dumbledore, but didn't take his appraising eyes off of Eliza. Her arms, legs, and torso looked as though the had all sunken in, he observed, checking off a mental check list. The bags that he had been told about under her eyes were no longer there. She had gotten sleep, then. Eliza's cheekbones were prominent, but Scotty wondered if that were because she had starved herself or because she was a Snape. "Ah, well, I think we should have our first session now, don't you think?" he asked Eliza.

"Uh..okay," she said, polishing off the rest of her sandwich. "Professor, are you staying or going?" she asked, trying her damnedest not to sound impertinent.

"Going. I've got matters to attend to. And, I believe that Molly is impatiently awaiting my arrival to relieve her of Ginny-duty." The Weasleys, namely Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, and Harry, had taken to watching Ginny during the last trimester of her pregnancies after having Tom and Jerry. They had discovered that Ginny's magic became very spontaneous during the time period. Apparently, Dumbledore had been roped into helping. Dumbledore left and Scotty and Eliza stood there in silence.

"Do you mind if I do revision while we talk?" Eliza asked. "My mum's gonna kill me if I don't perfect my Charms work.?" She tilted her head to the side, and pulled her puppy dog eyes on him.

"Alright," he told her, "but first I want to ask you some questions."

"Shoot."

"Well, what do you think of your parents?"

"They're okay, I suppose. Nobody ever really likes their parents. I don't suppose I'm as bad off as I seem to think. Harry had to live with the Dursleys for the first fifteen years of his life, and that's longer than I've been around. And, Daddy's not as bad as he seems. He does get really mad when I don't do things on time, but he never yells at me or hits me. And Mum's pretty cool. She helps me with homework and stuff and defends me when Daddy thinks I've done something stupid."

"What about Harry?" Scotty asked, thanking Merlin that he had an auditory memory.

"He's cool. I don't really know him as a brother. He was already married and had kids by the time I was born, so he's more like another uncle and I'm his favorite neice."

"And the triplets?" he continued. Eliza didn't say anything, but went on with her Charms work. "Eliza? What do you think about your brothers?"

A sigh. Then, "I don't like them."

"Do you dislike them because they're your brothers or because you're being forced to help with them this summer? Yes, I know all about that," Scotty said when he saw Eliza's surprised face. "Your parents told me that's what they believe caused you to stop eating."

"Both, I guess." Now Eliza was playing with her bedspread and absently stroking Sox. "They were fine until they came. Now they just cry and eat and poo." Scotty laughed gently and gestured for her to continue. "And, I'm losing part of my summer to take care of three little monsters I didn't even want. And, Ginny'll have her baby by then, so, I'll probably be roped into taking care of that baby, too."

Scotty nodded and steepled his fingers. "That's all we're going to talk about today. I want to see you again, two days from now. It'll be much of the same, but, for next time I want you to completely catalogue what you eat between now and then. I'll review it and we'll go from there. But, here's a tip for you: I know a handy little charm that will tell me exactly what is fake on that parchment you give me. And it'll delay your going back to classes, quite possibly. Have a nice day, Eliza." Scotty walked out the room and Eliza fell backwards on her bed with a happy smile.

Hermione walked in, a baby on her hip and smiled. Eliza finally looked happy! "Good session?" she asked with a smirk.

"Well, it was really nothing," Eliza said, trying to sound uninterested. "You know, he just wanted to know how I felt about some things, and told me what to do before two days from now." Eliza sighed dreamily and fell backwards on her bed, completely forgetting about the Charms revision that she was supposed to have finished.

"Whatever you say dear. It's dinnertime in the Great Hall, are you coming up?"

"Yes, in a moment." Eliza dove off her bed, searching for a quill and parchment. She went under her bed, earning strange looks from her mother and her dog. She came out a few minutes later, with a roll of parchment and a quill that had seen better days. "Okay, let's go," she said, walking past her mother.

"Wait a moment. Will you take Preston? Your father's struggling with Stuart and I've got Quentin. I know you don't want to, but please? To help your father and I?" Hermione asked, shifting Quentin around on her hip. "Eliza?"

"Oh, alright," she said, picking Preston up from where he lay on a blanket. She looked at him and told him, "No funny business you. I've not got the time to change your hair back.. and neither does Mum or Daddy." Eliza tweaked his nose and Hermione grinned.

Of course, the hair thing was hilarious. Preston seemed to have really strong raw magic in him and frequently his hair was turned to different shades, styles, and textures. When Eliza had come down from the Hospital Wing, his hair was thick like a bear's, but neon green. Severus had cheekily smirked at his wife and daughter and proclaimed Preston a Slytherin on the spot. Of course, he had to take back what he said when, the next day, the infant's hair had changed to a bright yellow bowl cut with black stripes.

Eliza reluctantly followed her mother out and carried her baby brother to the Great Hall. When she walked in, Gryffindor, who hadn't seen hide nor hair of the girl since she told Malfoy off, cheered rabidly. The thirteen year old blushed furiously and quickly handed Preston off to McGonagall. The Head of House looked somewhat surprised as she had a handful of baby, but then tickled Preston's chin. Eliza plopped down at Gryffindor's table and, immediately, was drowned in hugs.

"You guys act as though you hadn't seen me in a month!" she exclaimed, pushing her friends off and serving herself small portions of veal, potatoes, and peas. She whipped out her parchment and quickly wrote down what she had served herself.

"Well, it's been nearly two weeks," Adrienne, one of Eliza's dormmates said. "It's been silent without the nightly 'I hate my Daddy' rants."

"Har, har," Eliza said, not really eating, but pushing her food around. "I actually miss classes. Mum's teaching me what you guys are learning, but I miss being there."

"Then get better and come to class!" Jack said. "Aren't you going to eat any of that?" he asked, pointing at her plate with his fork. "Granddad said if you didn't eat more, it'd be longer before you could rejoin us."

"I'm eating, I'm eating," Eliza grumbled, putting a few forkfuls of mashed potatoes into her mouth. "Happy?"

"Eat the meat."

"Yes, Dad," she replied, sneering.


Two days later, Eliza was nearly caught up with all of the work she had to do or makeup and was waiting for Scotty to arrive. "He's so cute, you know," she whispered to Sox and she sat, curled up in a chair. The Springer Spaniel was at half of her final size and jumped up, putting her head in Eliza's lap. "See, even you think so, Sockie."

"What does Sox think?" Scotty asked, walking into the room. "Do you have that parchment for me?" Eliza nodded and took it from her robe pocket and handed it to him. Repressing the smirk caused by her organization, he read her neatly scrawled list:

Tuesday Night-- mashed potatoes, veal
Wednesday-- ham sandwich, baked potatoe with butter
Thursday-- pastries, mashed potatoes, peas

"Well, you are eating," Scotty said, looking at her. "So, that's something. And it's not as though you're eating junk food..."

"I never did stop eating," Eliza said indignantly. "I just didn't eat every meal."

"At some point that had to go to the extreme or you stopped eating because you wound up in the Hospital Wing, asleep for two days, with an IV giving your body nutrients. Now, have you ever heard of fasting?"

"Kind of."

"Well, I want you to eat a big lunch everyday, with small breakfasts and dinner. I'm going to go down to the kitchens and speak to...Dobby? That's his name? Yes, well, I'm going to go down there and speak to him. Your dishes aren't to be moved until you eat every bite of breakfast and dinner, and half of lunch."

Eliza squared off her shoulders and nodded. "Anything else?" she asked, petting Sox.

"Yes. Why, in your words, did you let this happen?" Scotty asked, sitting down. He really was beginning to sound like Eliza's father, rather than her Ear.

"Because I was mad at my parents. I thought they might notice. They didn't. It got out of control, according to you and Madam Pomfrry," Eliza told him, getting up and grabbing the book. She flipped it open and started reading where she left off, making odd notes about questions she wanted to ask her parents. She was clearly indicating that she wanted the session to be over.

Scotty walked out her room to eagerly awaiting parents. "She's still alive," he told his old professors.

"Very funny, Danvy. Do you think she's improving much?" Severus asked from his spot on the couch, changing his sons' nappies in quick succession.

"Well, if looks are anything to go by, she's quickly regaining some of the weight she lost. Her face has become fuller, but I can't really tell anything about her body because of her school robes..."

"...the way it should be," Severus muttered. Hermione had felt the need to share with him their daughter's apparent crush on her Ear. Severus, needless to say, was not amused.

"Right," Scotty said, turning to speak with Hermione more than Severus. He had been out of school for six years, but he still feared Severus Snape. "One of these days when I come, will it be alright for me to see her in shorts and a tank top? I need to compare her physical appearances occasionally. I want to make sure her body's retaining all of the food she's eating."

"Yes, how about time after next?" Hermione said, sending her husband a quelling glare. "That should be fine." Scotty nodded and quickly left.