The week passed by without a hitch, and when Easter was upon them, they were all in their best clothes. Athena wore a long-sleeved white shirt, with a formal mens vest over it, and a pair of nice black dress-slacks, courtesy of Roses wardrobe.

The were all mingling around the Burrow, Bill and Fleur thanking her profusely in person for the picture she had drawn them, and they told her it was on display in their main hall. Athena waved her hands, covering her face in embarassment and telling them it was her pleasure.

When she actually walked in, she gasped and covered her face again. Her drawing was front and center, framed and on display for the world to see. She quickly walked past it, Rose laughing quietly behind her.

Athena was sitting down, sipping on a glass of water, when Lily and Hugo sat by her, complaining that "Easter Egg Hunts are for baaaabbiieeess"

"Why, who says that?" She asked, looking genuinely concerned.

"Well, all of our friends of course." Replied the copper-haired boy. Athena furrowed her brow, and stood up, grabbing a small basket from the table.

"Well, I guess I'm the biggest baby there is! Now excuse me while I beat you two at the hunt!" She said, running out the door. Both of the children looked at eachother, then scrambled up quickly, grabbing baskets and following her as fast as they could.

In the end, Lily won the hunt, getting a whopping 13 eggs, while Athena and Hugo both had eight. Athena grinned at Ron when she passed, and the man patted her back. It didn't hurt anymore, but she still stiffened whenever anyone touched her. She stiffly walked back inside, setting her basket on the table and stretching her arms.

"What you did for us all, the presents, the drawings... It was really nice."

Athena turned around, startled, and saw Teddy leaning against the doorway, a small smirk upon his lips. Athena silently nodded, her voice temporarily lost.

"I never would've expected this from a Slytherin. Which makes me wonder... What angle are you playing? What do you want so desperately, that someone from the Faebar-Glas family would spend time with the Weasleys?" He was slowly stalking towards her, and she backed away from him, until the small of her back hit the table. This situation was too familiar. Too scary. Too much like her father.

"I-I don't want anything, Teddy. I just want to spend time with my friends, I swear!" Her voice was wavering, but Edward was having none of it.

"Liar! No bloody Slytherin would spend time with so called "blood-traitors!" You're all pureblood princes and princeses who get whatever you want! Huh? What did Mumsy and Dad get you for Christmas, Huh? How about your last birthday? I know my parents didn't get me anything!" Teddy was referring to how they died in the war, and Athena knew it was a low blow. It was then, that Molly Weasley came rushing in, her eyes wide.

"Tedd-" Athena cut the woman off.

"You wanna know what I got for my bloody freaking birthday? You really wanna know?!" She yelled to his face. She didn't wait for an answer. She had a cropped tank-top underneath her shirt, that went a few inches abover her belly button, and it left most of her torso bare. She practically tore off the vest and coat, her chest heaving.

"I got twelve lashes from my Daddy's belt! One for each year they allowed me to live, and one for good luck! Hah! How lucky am I, Lupin? How bloody lucky am I!"

There were scars marring almost every inch of Athena's back, and self inflicted scars going from her wrist up to the inside of her elbow. While she was screaming at him, his hands went to his mouth, and tears pricked his eyes. No tears came to Athena, though. She was simply filled with rage. How dare he assume she grew up privleged?

"Are you happy now, Edward Lupin? You corner me, interrogate me, and are you happy with the results? I sure hope you are." These words were dark, and she turned around, sprinting to Roses bedroom. She immediately started packing her bag, grabbing Delilah, and she was out the door, in their fireplace, throwing down floo powder, and yelling "Hogwarts!" before you could say "Merlin's Beard"

Everyone was standing there, in shock. The sweet little girl, the sweet, sweet selfless little girl, who did everything and asked for nothing... Was the biggest victim of them all. Teddy was now sitting on the floor, his forhead pressed against his drawn-up knees, and tears steadily sliding down his face.

"I-I didn't know." He hiccoughed.

"I-I just th-thought th-that because she was i-in Slytherin, sh-she had to be up to s-something." He was sobbing, but no one went to comfort him. He brought this on, and he must suffer the consequences.

Athena had startled McGonagall when she suddenly burst through the fireplace.

"I'm staying the rest of the break. I'm sorry." Was all the young girl said, keeping her back to the Headmistress and pulling on her sweatshirt, before practically sprinting out of the office. McGonagall watched her go, a pang of sadness beating in her heart.

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Athena burst through the common room door, startling the few people who were there. She ignored them and went into her dorm, slamming the door shut and sliding down against it, until she was on the floor, sobbing into Delilah's fur. But no tears came. They were just dry, wracking sobs that shook her entire body.

Athena dragged herself to her bed after an hour of dry sobbing, and she fell into a deep sleep, filled with belts, cheshire cats, and evil cackling.

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When Athena woke up, it was well past midday. Her first order of business was getting a remedy for the headache she had. Then she was going to send the Malfoys a long apology letter, telling them she couldn't come because she had fallen ill. They just didn't need to know the illness was mental. When that was all done and taken care of, Athena went back to her room, fed Delilah, and started drawing. She drew the first thing that came to her mind, and she hated it. She drew it without thinking. She crumpled up the paper, and threw it across the room. Thank god she was using one of her cheap notebooks.

The picture was of his father, his face twisted into a malevolent smirk, his hands grasped gleefully infront of him.

The next picture was how she imagined everyone looked when they saw her back.

Disgust.

That was all she could think of. Disgust and Pity, the two things she never wanted to be associated with her.

These drawings too, were tossed across the room, in the direction of the trash can.

Athena didn't leave her room for the rest of break, besides to go to the bathroom, and to sneak down to the kitchens in the middle of the night.

Athena was broken.