It was a rare day that she found herself with some time alone, so she decided to unwind by taking a bath before Remus and Draco came home, using the various salts and bubbles that showed up on the counter two days prior. Now bath long concluded, she stood in front of the mirror and assessed what she saw. It had been eleven weeks since Hermione’s attack, six since she woke up, and she was still struggling with her new appearance. Harry was only partially right when he said that they had matching scars, she did have one on her forehead, but it certainly was not lightning bolt shaped, or even close to anything as remarkable. It was, however, one of four that trailed down one side of her face leading to the several along her neck, and there was barely a free space on her right arm or hand that didn’t have scarring on it.