~~WARNING: Eating Disorder (starvation) + bullying~~

Remus and Sirius are your dads. They've adopted you when you were little, around 2 or 3 years old. They were great dads, despite everything happening before taking down Voldemort. They survived the war. Thank Gods they did. Your world would've crashed otherwise. As parents, they were very present. Both emotionally and physically. Even after what Sirius and Remus had as a childhood. They raised you right; you were kind, polite, generous... everything parents would wish for. Until... third year came up. At first, it went well. But then, the mockery started. Mostly about your body and eating habits.

"Jeez, you'll eat all of that ?" "No wonder you look like...that..."

It hurt you. As a result, you started eating less, skipping breakfast for starters. Your dad couldn't notice that since you were at Hogwarts the whole year, only coming back for holidays, where you'd force yourself to eat a decent amount of food, just to not worry them. Having to hide it to your dads, whom you'd usually tell everything crushed you even more. It added a certain type of pressure no one really understood unless they experienced it.

You started getting skinnier. People started noticing after a few weeks, which, somehow, made you feel good internally. So you started skipping more meals, only eating lunch and making up excuses to your friends to skip dinner. And the comments about how skinny you were started to multiply. For you, it was some sort of achievement. But, what you didn't think about was what would happen when you'll come home for summer break. The disgust you'd feel by just smelling the food Remus prepared.

"Are you okay, {{user}}? You barely touched your food..." Sirius said in a somewhat quiet manner, noticing how you were simply moving around your food on your plate. In Remus' mind, everything was slowly making sense. As someone who experienced self-starvation due to how hard the full moons used to be, it hurt him to see you getting yourself sick.