(A/N: Here's the next chapter. Got some Ron and Hermione in this chapter Sorry for not updating but I was on a computer free vacations. But now I'm back and hopefully I'll have the next chapter up before next week. I don't own these characters but enjoy.)

Scorpius couldn't stay in the infirmary, he wanted Rose to have some time with her parents and after Mr. Weasley's accusation he didn't think he could stay in the room while Rose's parents visited. He had built up a thick skin, used to people calling him a Death Eater and other assorted names. He understood that the fear from the last Wizarding War still gripped people, and that his generation had been fed horror stories of death eaters. His father never tried to hide his past, it was common knowledge to anyone; and Scorpius' classmates ostracized him for his father's past.

Rose and Albus had changed that, when they befriended him their mere presence stopped the snide comments. Even when those few brave bullies ventured to call him out Rose and Albus were always quick to defend him.

The first time it happened Scorpius was in shock. Normally he'd just ignore the comments, kept his head down and walked away. He'd intended to do the same that time but after his tormentor's words Rose spoke up. She called the older student out and told him to sod off. Unlike himself, Rose stood her ground.

Scorpius had asked her later that day, why she defended him. She and Albus gave the same answer.

"Everyone expects us, all three of us, to be exactly like our parents. That's what we'll always have to deal with because how famous, or infamous in your case, our parents are. But we aren't our parents. Hugo has no interest in the game of Quidditch whatsoever. James does terribly in Defense against the Dark Arts. Dominique is the biggest tomboy in the family. None of us are like our parents. Rose isn't a hot head like her father or a bleeding heart like her mother. Albus didn't play seeker or chaser and had more of an interest in Herbology than anything else. Scorpius," they told him, "you aren't your father. And until the world realize that you have to defend yourself, but we'll always be there to back you up."

Scorpius had thought that the Weasley family had finally accepted him, that they didn't see him as the son of a Death Eater. But clearly he was wrong. Mr. Weasley's first instinct was to blame him, and that was telling. The way the name 'Malfoy' was ripped through his teeth, the hatred in his eyes clear. Ronald Weasley still saw him as the son of a Death Eater.

Rose was never one to be doted on. She and her mother were too alike and all this time with her mother doting on her was starting to wear on her nerves. She was happy to see her, grateful to have someone care about her, but it didn't help Rose, who was trying desperately to forget what happened to her, when all her mom wanted to do was talk about it, because she'd read somewhere that victims would never get over their assault if they blocked it out. Rose knew her mother was just trying to help in the only way she knew how.

To be honest she was glad that her mother was staying with her instead of her father. Ron Weasley was a good father; he loved his children and was attentive to their needs as well as his wife's. But all the Auror training in the world couldn't have prepared him to deal with the current situation. And the shock seemed to have reduced him back to his emotional levels when he attended Hogwarts. He was back to wearing his emotions on his sleeve and not knowing how to comfort those around him. He'd tried asking Rose how she was doing and acted like everything was normal, but that act quickly broke down when Rose's tired blue eyes met his.

Ron had dealt with too many terrible things in his life, he'd seen to many family tragedies in his line of work. In his mind, his family had suffered enough. First with his Mum's brothers being killed, then Bill being attacked by a werewolf, Percy turning his back on the family, Fred's death, and now the attack on Rose. It was too much to think about, it left him with his head spinning and only one thought remained, how could one family attract so much misfortune?

After McGonagall had pushed Ron back into the infirmary, threatening him should he leave and attempt to find the students responsible for Rose's attack, he joined Hermione, sitting on the opposite side of her bed. Rose inevitably told her parents what happened, a greatly edited version of course, but when she was done they knew everything. Rose had tears welling up, but refused to let them fall. Hermione was once again hugging her daughter, holding her close as her tears fell freely, Rose's tears soon followed, both women crying. Ron could hardly watch, it was always hard for him to watch Hermione cry, she was often too prideful to show weakness like that. Seeing two of the most important women in his life, two of the most independent and proud women, break down in this way had him questioning everything.

It was around dinner when McGonagall returned, a tray of food in hand. The tray was full of food, enough for the family. McGonagall waved her wand and two chairs appeared before her, she sat in one and looked at the three sets of expectant eyes.

"I will give you the update on Rose's case as soon as the Auror leading the case comes in." she told them, "You may as well start eating." She gestured to the tray she'd set at the bottom of Rose's bed. A few minutes later another person walked into the infirmary. Rose was the first one to see him.

"Uncle Harry." She greeted him with a relieved smile, if she had to retell her story to someone at least it was someone she trusted. At that thought she suddenly remembered something, looking around the room she couldn't find Scorpius. He hadn't left the room since he'd brought her here except to get them food. Her parents were busy greeting her uncle but all she could do was search the room for a sign of Scorpius, it was just strange to think that she hadn't noticed him leave.

"I'm sorry we have to get together under these circumstances but know that I will do everything I can to-"

"Cut the crap Harry." Ron interrupted, "I knew we are required to say that to the families but it's us, just get to the point."

"Sorry, it's a habit at this point," Harry confessed, running a hand through his still unruly hair, "it actually helps if I don't think of you guys as friends. Makes it easier to stay impartial." Ron, Hermione, and McGonagall all nodded, understand, Rose just sat there in some strange daze.

"The three Slytherin students Rose identified as her attackers are currently in custody. They have been charged and their parents are being notified. With Rose testifying through a memory of hers the case is solid. The boys are both 18 and thus will be sent to Azkaban. The girl on the other hand, she was 17, she may be retained in the juvenile detention center for some time but I'm not certain she will be sent to Azkaban once she is 18. The ministry is trying to help guide juveniles but that might be counterproductive in this case."

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked, she was unaware of the change in how the Ministry dealt with teenage offenders.

"Well, after we interrogated them it was pretty clear that the boys were just followers, they didn't have the brains to set up the ambush. The girl however, she showed no emotion – the boys at least looked guilty after the realized that we knew what they did – she just didn't appear to care. My comment about the juvenile system backfiring here is that the boys could have been saved, the girl however, she's the one that desperately needs to be in Azkaban." Harry picked the glasses off his face and cleaned them with the hem of his robe, the same style of round glasses he'd worn since childhood.

"So she'll get off free, a few years in a detention center and then she's back on the streets!?" Ron's face was getting red, he couldn't stand someone guilty getting away with their crime.

"Ron, I'm going to ensure that doesn't happen. Just because I'm trying to remain impartial doesn't mean I don't want to see them all behind bars for the rest of their lives, she is my god-daughter. I'm going to file a report and submit it to the sentencing committee, I will strongly recommend she be physiologically evaluated and will push for her to be sent to Azkaban because of the hate crime nature of her attack." Rose sat quietly and listened, not really sure when her goofy uncle turned into such a professional, but then again she'd never seen him in a professional setting. But in the back of her mind she was still thinking about Scorpius, she felt less…less sure of herself.

The Harry, Ron, Hermione, and McGonagall continued to discuss the legal proceedings and how everything would progress through time. The chatter was just background noise to Rose though. She laid back in her bed and watched the adults around her converse, the noise became muted and Roses eyelids grew heavy. The day had been long and Rose felt the weight of all that she'd been through in the last forty-eight hours. She fell asleep to the rhythmic humming of her parents' voices.

(A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. I promise there will be some more of the Weasley/Potter cousins coming into the story soon, and more stuff with Scorpius. As always reviews and constructive criticism is always welcomed with open arms, really I do enjoy the comments, even the ones that pick out flaws in my story.)