Athena Malkin wanted to say that she didn't hate many people, but she had a long run hate for Harry Potter. She hated his fan club, his ego, causing her to mostly avoid the boy. However in fifth year when she unfortunately catches his eye and he beg...
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before it ends
TW: mentions of blood and ab!se
as Harry trudged down to the dungeons for his first night of detention, he couldn't help but think back to a couple days ago. Ever since he injured Draco, Athena had been slightly avoiding him. Sometimes throwing him a slight smile, or an awkward comment. But she wouldn't meet his eyes.
They didn't meet up in the hallways while the castle slept, she hadn't been visiting Dumbledore at night, knowing Harry might be there. She didn't look mad... per say, but something about the situation had clearly upset her.
Athena on the other hand, was mostly focused on her studies with Snape.
Also avoiding Harry..
But mostly her Snape classes.
Or so she told herself.
Just as Harry suspected, she wasn't mad she was.. healing. The whole situation had brought up memories from her childhood she had been trying to suppress since they happened. The wounds, the blood, the whispers of help.
Her internal defense system quickly put up her 15 ft walls and she threw herself into her studies. Focusing on her head, clearing her visions, fighting the fear but then,
blood covering her hands, her mom slumped in her arms, her father striding out the door,
the coldness of the air.
she's staring in the mirror now
there's bags returning under her eyes, her hair is frizzy from her hands running through it.
her tear stained cheeks mock her in her reflection.
