Athena slowly opened her eyes, her head throbbing severely. She tried to grab for her temples, to soothe the aching. She couldn't, instead she found that her hands were tied firmly above her head. She realized that she was on a bed. The room was dark except for the faint light under the door that flicked everytime someone went passed the room. She focused on the light willing her eyes to adjust. Just as she did the doorway's light became shadowed as someone approached. The door creaked open and the figure spoke out. "Lumos…" The dark room lit up and the figure was that of Narcissa Malfoy. "I'm so sorry my dear, if your brothers could see this. I'm certain my sister would have hell to pay."

"Thank you Mrs. Malfoy but I don't think that Bellatrix really cares much about my brothers." Athena spoke out as Narcissa untied Athena from the bed.

"My dear, I'm afraid that you cannot be allowed to leave this room. But at least you can move around this room. There is a bathroom through that door, and in the closet are many kinds of clothing to choose from. You'll have a guard, but this room is your freedom. I have to go before Bella notices what I've done." Narcissa left the room. Athena finally alone, reached for her temples to soothe the ache. She rose from the bed and went into the bathroom. It was large enough to house a bathtub the size of a small pool.

"Typical Malfoy…" Athena said as she reached for bath oils. She found one that smelled of Lilacs, she thought of her mother. She filled the tub and added the oil. She bathed for two hours, at which point her stomach told her it was time to eat. She got out of the tub and as it drained she went to the closet and picked out a modest green and black dress. She went over to her robes hoping that her cigarettes were still intact. They were, as she lit one she thought of Snape; hoping that he'd be able to somehow help her. Taking a drag from the cigarette she went to the door and opened it. She looked to her guard, a tall skinny man. He was in full Death Eater robes and mask. "You guys take this whole Death Eater thing way too seriously. Anyway, the prisoner requests some food please." He just looked at her and nodded.

She went back into the room and finished her cigarette. Ten minutes passed and her dinner was given to her by her guard. It was chicken parmigiana, penne, and red wine. She ate the penne hungrily, next attacking the chicken, thinking that Death Eaters could use a professional chef on staff. She took a swig of the wine, and almost instantly felt tired. She walked groggily over to the bed, figuring that she had either tired herself out from the stress or the head trauma. She laid her head on the pillow, and almost instantly she was asleep.

She awoke inside a dream where she was sitting at a vanity, her mother brushing her hair. She was behind her speaking to her. "My daughter, no matter what is to happen; you'll live and come out much stronger. I promise!"

"What's to come? Mom I don't understand."

"Wake up my dear." Her mother's voice merging with the voice standing above her. Her guard straddled her. She found that again she was chained to the bed. Her arms secured to posts above her head, her legs to the posts below her. She tried to speak but found that words didn't form. "Good you're awake." He said coldly. Suddenly she felt cold as all her clothing turned into ashes around her. Her guard allowed his body to relax into hers as he kissed her mouth that was unable to make any noise. He loosened his manhood from beneath his robes and began to rape her. As he did, she cried tears of silent rage. Her tears egged him on and he finished quickly thereafter. He left the room, and she thanked the heavens for the release. Her guard reentered the room, in his hand was her much beloved Hawthorne wand. He held it firmly and raised the wand and spoke the word "Crucio…" She was finally able to form sound and she screamed loudly. At her scream the bloodlust in his eyes was vivid and he got on top of her once more and began to rape her again. All the while crucioing her. Her screams giving him more pleasure. During this second assault she slipped into a blissful state of unawareness.

She was suddenly in the field that surrounded her Aunt Samantha's home. Her mother and father were getting married. Maria broke from the ceremony and walked to her still shaken daughter. Maria hugged Athena, and she flinched a bit. But knowing the unreality of it all relaxed her. She let out a sob as her mother spoke. "I'm so sorry that I had to leave you. I know the strength you have, I had it too. You will live through this and be happy. I promise you that much, I love you so very much my angel." As Athena smelled her mother's hair she woke up. She was fully clothed, unchained, and although she could tell she had been cleaned, she still felt dirty. She thought for a second and checked her arms. To her shock there was no tattoo hissing there, but the skin above her left breast was burning. She rose from the bed, still sore all over; she went to the mirror and saw to her horror that she had been marked above her heart. She also noticed fresh bruises. "Great he beat me too." She cried. The door creaked open. In the doorway of her torture chamber stood a smirking Bellatrix.

"So how was the initiation? Was it good for you too Athena?" She went to the doorway and punched Bellatrix, regaining a bit of control.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean Trixy?" She screamed as Bellatrix merely cackled.

"You know full well what I mean. I do hope that you inherited more of your father's blood then that of the Warner line."

"Why?"

"Because sister dear, the first time that Maria and Rupert fucked they conceived a child, as was the case for all the women in your mother's bloodline."

"GO AWAY!!!!"

"Fine, I will." The door slammed shut startling Athena a bit. She went over to the bed and lay down and sobbed into the pillow. The time flew by and she had cried herself to sleep. She was asleep for a few hours when she was rudely awakened. She instinctually punched the intrusion in the face.

"Good aim, Ms. LeStrange. That flattened my nose a bit."

"Professor!" Athena began to cry.

"No time for that, we must go before they know that I've been here!" Athena grabbed Snape's hand, and they apparated to the entrance to Hogwarts. "Now go to Pomfrey." Snape left Athena and still sore, she ran as fast as she could to the hospital wing. She got checked over, her bruises were healed and she was allowed to go back to her dorm room. Before leaving the mediwitch told her to check back in two weeks.

The next two weeks went by almost without incident. She was easily startled by people talking to her, so she kept to herself. She went so far as to even ignoring Blaise's attempts to talk with her. The only pain that remained was the constant and consistent burning above her heart. To her it was proof that the Dark Lord knew that she had escaped. She kept in contact with her father daily just to be certain that he was still alive. The dreamless sleeping draught that Pomfrey had provided her prevented her from having the nightmares that she knew would eventually come.

Athena went for her check up as directed. Pomfrey did all the standard tests and they all came out well. Athena specifically asked to be tested for pregnancy, hoping that Bellatrix was merely trying to frighten her. Her hope was immediately deflated when the test came back positive. With a wave of her wand Pomfrey had totally changed Athena's world. She was to be the mother of not only one but two children born of rape. She cried tears of rage, and hoping to outrun her pain and the thoughts swirling in her mind she raced to the owlery. She leaned against the wall and breathlessly regained her composure. She pulled parchment from her bag and her wand, thankful that Snape had retrieved it from her captors. She created the howler that she intended to send to Bellatrix:

"BELLATRIX BLACK YOU WILL TELL ME THE IDENTITY OF THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR MY RAPE! YOU WILL DO THIS OR FACE MY WRATH!

Hoping you are well… Athena…" She called Frost to her, as he nipped at her fingers she attached the howler to his leg. She pet his feathers before sending him to the clutches of her loathed relative. She was also hoping that her fear was unfounded.