Small, Simple, Safe, Price.

WARNING: This chapter is not the most happy of chapters and includes a lot of angst and self-inflicted harm. The whole story will not be like this but there will be more. As its been said 'it has to get worst before it gets better.'

The first week of class flew by us faster than we could have imagined. Hogwarts was turning into everything I had hoped for and more. I loved everything about it so far, my friends, the food, my house my classes, (well except for History of Magic, that one is a bore.) I just felt so lucky to get to spend the next seven years of my life here.

Everyday seemed to be more interesting than the last. My friends and I soon fell into a routine. Jordie and I would wake early and get ready before our other dorm-mates were up. Once ready were would meet Al and Scorpius in the common room. Yes, Scorpius and I had gotten past our differences and I called him by his name. At breakfast, I would start to get a nauseas feeling waiting for the Owls to arrive. My parents had yet to write me back and the build-up just made me feel sick. As soon as the mail had past I could relax and eat until the afternoon mail then again for the evening. My stomach felt like it was on a never ending Muggle roller coaster. In-between the post, we had classes and a lot studying.

Today, however, was the day that the roller coaster would stop. During the afternoon post a large gray owl landed in front of me with two letters tied to it's leg. I noticed the penmanship on the parchment right away to be my parents. I looked at Al, who looked just as scared as me. I picked up the letter with my mom's writing first, knowing that she was the more reasonable one of my parents. My hands shook as I opened the letter and read:

Rosie,

I am so happy to hear how wonderful Hogwarts is for you. Hogwarts were some of the best years of my life. I am sorry it has taken me so long to write you back. Life at the Ministry has been hectic and busy. I have been trying to get a law pass to give more grounds for the giants and well, you don't want to hear all the boring details.

It is very exciting news to hear that you are Al both made it into Slytherin. I very proud of both you and sure you two will make wonderful contributions to the house. Although, I had no idea that Merlin was a Slytherin. I checked my copy of Hogwarts, A History and you surprised to see that. I must have missed that the thousands of times I have read it. But your Uncle Harry was right. Profession Snape was defiantly more than he seemed. Be proud of your house, Rosie, you were put there for a reason. I would never be cross with you for being a Slytherin. Send your cousins my love.

Love,

Mum.

As I read the letter I couldn't help the smile on my face and the tears that threated to fall. I hadn't realized how much I missed my Mum. Her words helped ease the retching feeling I had been having over the week. She made me feel even better about being chosen in this house. It was as if I could fully enjoy it now that I had my Mum's approval.

"What does it say, Rose?" Al asked snapping me out of my blissful thoughts. I handed the letter over to him gladly, so he could read it. He accepted it and started to read.

I looked down at the other letter the owl had deliver and stared at my Dad's writing. Surely, it couldn't be that bad. If he had been upset my Mum would have told me in her letter and she said nothing. I took that comfort to muster up the courage to open the letter and read:

Rose:

How in Merlin did you end up landing your arse in Slytherin. Are you aspiring to be some sort of Dark Witch? Do you think you will be the next You-Know-Who? Your Uncle Harry and I stopped the last guy don't we will be afraid to do it again. And what are you going on about Merlin being a Slytherin lying to your Father is not becoming of you Rose. I want you to march straight up to Professor Mullhull office and request to switch houses at once. No daughter of mine will be a Slytherin. Think of what the press will say when hear this-

I didn't read anymore of the letter, I just sprung up from the table and ran. I didn't know where I was going or what I doing. All I knew was I had to get out of there before everyone would see me cry. I ended up in a dark and dusty old classroom. I say down at one of the desk and cried my eyes out. I couldn't believe my own Dad said those things to me. It just didn't seem right. Dad's don't talk that way to daughters. They just don't. I mean sure, I wouldn't really know because my Dad and I don't really talk much, do to he his work but I just couldn't see how it could be right to talk to a person let alone your daughter that way. To tell me that I was not his daughter.

I let out shaking breath trying not to calm myself. I hated crying it did no good. It just made you look ugly and feel horrible. I dropped my head on the desk and let my arms fall loosely at the sides when my crying had slowed. I felt a stinging in my arm and lifted it to see what was wrong. I had small scarlet line going across my arm. I touched my arm feeling the warm blood beneath my fingers and thought of irony of that even the Weasley Blood that ran through my veins was the color of a Gryffindor. I looked down at the desk to see what had cut me and I noticed the desk had broken glass all over it. I wonder how, I missed it before. I picked a piece of the broken mirror up and examined it in my hand. I saw blood stained one of the sharp tips. Before I even knew what I was doing, I dragged the tip across my skin breaking it open and releasing more scarlet blood. I winced slightly at the sting but noted that sting felt like nothing compared to the words my Dad had written. I dragged the piece over the line again

this time feeling the pain of his words easing. I did it again and again. Each time feeling the pain of cut ease the pain of his words more and more. I continued and soon I was no longer crying. I was no longer feeling anything but the pain in my arm. I stared at the deep gash I had made and watched the blood trickle down my arm. It was memorizing and oddly comforting. A loud bell rang through the room, breaking out of my trance, signaling it was time for class to start. Being ever so studious. I pulled the sleeve of my robe over my arm, placed the glass in pocket and sprinted out the door to class.

By the time I had made it down to the Quidditch pitch I was already 5 minutes late. I wiped my eyes hoping to remove any signs of my crying and took a seat next to Jordie. Luckily the professor wasn't there yet.

"Where did you go?" Jordie asked.

I stared at her blankly for moment not knowing what to say, I couldn't tell her the truth. "I just remember I forgot to feed Meeps this morning. I went down to do it and just lost track of time." I lied.

She nodded accepting my answer but the look on Al's face told me he knew I was lying.

"So, what are we doing here on the Quidditch pitch anyways?" I asked changing the subject of my whereabouts.

Scorpius was the one who answered me, "Flying Lessons. Bit of a waste if you ask me. Most of us already know how to fly. They really shouldn't waste our time with this." My stomach turned in knots at the mention of flying. I was not a good flier at all, I blamed my Mum for that. When I was three my Dad had gotten me one of those toddler brooms that only went yay high, and I would tun over and fall right off. Then when I was older I tried to fly on my Dad's broom and went straight into a tree. Destroying the broom and breaking my arm all in one fall. As far I was concerned those things were death traps.

"Good Afternoon, 1st years!" A stout man with blond hair and forest green eyes bellowed as he crossed the Quidditch field."Today is your first flying lesson. I am Professor Pasquirrella, Head of the Quidditch Department here at Hogwarts and Arithmetic Professor."There was buzz of excitement among the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins that made of the class, eager to fly. "Yes, yes this all very exciting. I remember my first time on a broom. But before we can actually get you on the brooms we must learn the rules of safety and security of riding a broom" The class collectively groaned hearing that they would not be able to ride a broom straight away but my insides where jumping for joy that I had more time. "Now, class this is very important. We don;t want you lot falling off the end of your broom or getting shot down by an uneducated Muggle." There was a gasp from the class. The thought of getting shot down by a Muggle weaponed opened their ears. You could feel them start to pay attention. "Not to worry, they key to not getting harmed by a Muggle is simply not to let them see you and to stay away from know Muggle hunting grounds. Many a Wizard have lost their lives being mistaken for a bird." The class began to whisper to one another. "They would never think a human who actually be flying a broom stick so they will fancy you a helpless animal." The class looked worried.

Scorpius leaned over to talk to me, "Bunch rubbish in'it. Surely, we don't need all of this. Waste of bloody time if you ask me. Well maybe the Hufflepuffs need it." He let out a little chuckle. "But we don't. Slytherins are natural born fliers. I am myself have been flying since before I could walk. And you and Al, with all the professional Quidditch players you have in your blood you two should already have spots on the team." He made me feel worst. Not only was I let down to my family because I was in Slytherin but I couldn't fly worth a pence. I shrugged at him and pretended to be throughly interested in what Professor Pasquirrella had to to say. I was not about to admit to what rubbish I was on a broom. I hated not being the at things, at Scorpius was turning out to be my only real competition and it irked every fiber in me that he would excel at this while I probably wouldn't even get my broom up.

My stomach started to doing summer salts again at the thought of all of class watching me try to do what practically everyone I knew could do so well. I silently cursed my Mum's genes. I felt like I was going to sick. I hugged my sides praying not to spew in front of everyone and that made me feel worst. I hugged tighter and a stinging sensations started in my arm. The thoughts of what I had done in the abandoned classroom flooded through my mind. I thought how it made me feel so better. I let go of my sides and touched my arm. The wound underneath my robes stung more. I rubbed my thumb down the length of it applying pressure, making it sting more. Slowly my stomach started to ease and I felt better. The nervous almost all but ceased. I took comfort in the pain, it was not as comforting as the glass but it would do.

All to soon Professor Pasquirrella was done with his lecture and it was time for us to get on the brooms. He summoned the brooms over to us and they laid flat on the grass in to straight lines. I dug my nail in my arm relinquishing in the pain. I had reopened the wound. I felt all the better for it but this time it couldn't take all my nervousness away from me. "Chose a broom, all of you." Professor P instructed us.

We walked to the brooms and I took one in between Al and Scorpius. Al gave a grin, as if to tell me I would fine and I tried to give him one back tell his I was fine. But by the look on his face, I failed miserably.

"Now hold your hand above your broom and say 'UP.' Say it firmly but not rudely. Brooms have feelings you know." Professor P told us.

We did as we were told. To my surprise my broom flew straight into my hands. Not to my surprise Al, Scorpius and Jordie's did as well. I smiled a true genuine smile at Al and he gave me a thumbs up. We waited for the other students to get their brooms up. I had to laugh, Scorpius had been right, it took the Hufflepuffs far longer than it took the Slytherins. I was starting to feel really good about flying. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as before.

Professor P looked down the line of the forty some of us. Once we were all holding of levitated brooms he gave us our new instructions. "Now, mount your brooms. Grip the handle tight. When they take off you don't want to slide right off the end." My stomach turned sour. I was going to barf. All my assurance went out the window. Cautiously, I throw my leg over the broom. I could feel a vibration under my hands, the broom telling me that it wants to take off at any moment. "Okay. Great. Do you feel a Vibration under your finger?" We all responded, with "Yeah." "Give a little kick off the floor. You should hover a few feet off the ground. Stay still then we will move on." The retching feeling got worst, but being the daughter of Hermione Granger, I did as I was told. It turned out to be a lot easier than I could have imagined. I hovered and looked side to side seeing my friends hovering along side of me. I smiled at them, they all returned the smiles.

I was feeling better but it was taking a lot longer than I expected to Professor P did get all the Hufflepuffs up to par. My arm's started to ache and my hands got sweaty. I tried to move my arm a little to ease the tension but my broom thought I wanted to skyrocket straight up. I yelled and before I knew it I was higher than tallest tower at Hogwarts. I panic and like an idiot let go of my broom. I screamed as if that was going to save me as I fell to my death. Suddenly I felt a pair of arms grab me and it all blacked out.

I moaned as the bright sun turned the back of my lids blinding pink. I placed my hand over my eyes trying to block it out but no luck. Giving up I opened my eyes and sat up all to quick. My head throbbing. I blinked a couple of time before seeing I was not in dorm. I looked down at the rows of beds. I must be in the infirmary. I turn to the other side and see a lump of another in the bed next to me. I tried hard to think of how I got here, but couldn't remember. The last thing I did remember was running down to the Quidditch field for class. I placed my hands on my head trying to think.

"Oh, Miss Weasley. Good your up. How are you feeling?" An older women rushed over to me. I assumed to be the nurse.

"My head hurts a little, no actually my head hurts a lot." I told her. "How did I end up anyways. I can't remember a thing."

"That would be the memory potion I gave you last night. I wanted you to get a good nights rest. Here drink this it should bring your memory and this for the pain." She handed me two vials of potion and I drank. The first memory potion I took was dreamy blue color and tasted of the smell of the sea. Next I took the overly sweet potion for the pain. As my headache ceased my memories came flooding back to me. "Feeling better?" The nurse asked.

I nodded, "Is that the person I fell on?"

"Yes, young Mister Malfoy tried to catch you as you fell but the school brooms couldn't support you both so you both fell about tow stories." She informed me.

"Wait, Scorpius tried to save me?" I utterly thankful to him. I owed Scorpius my life. Great there was another reason for my Father to be mad at me. I was now indebted to a Malfoy.

The bed next to me stirred. "Ah Mister Malfoy. You are up. Here, hear drank up this all make since in a few seconds. Scorpius sat up and looked at me confused. He had scratches all over his face and his hair was a right mess. He drank his potions as he was told. I could see the realization hit him on his face. "How are you, now?" She asked. Him.

"Better." He replied simply.

She smiled at us, "Good, I'll go get your parents."

"Our parents?" We both nearly shouted at her.

"Yes, your parents. The school notified them of your accident, they both flooed in as fast as they could. They are in Professor Dethlets office right now. I'll go get them." She said as she bustled out of the room.

When she left I turned to Scorpius, my face red, "Thank you." I told him.

He looked at me confused, "For what?"

"You saved my life." I told him, my face growing redder. Damn those Weasley genes.

"Oh that?" He waved his hands. "That was nothing."

"I owe you my life." I told him.

"It was no big deal. Don't worry about it. Just forget it." He smiled at me.

I smiled back, "I will never forget it."

Then the door was barged open and my Mum and Dad came running towards me. My Mum enveloped me in a tight hug and my dad stood behind her his arms crossed. "Rosie are you okay? Do you hurt Duckie?" My Mum asked checking all over me.

"I'm fine, Mum. If it weren't for Scorpius, I don't think I would have made it." I told her and my Dad scoffed.

She turned to Scorpius who was sitting up in the bed being held by his Mum. "Thank you, for saving my baby." His cheeks turned me pink and he nodded at her.

"Alright, I have had just about enough of this!" My Dad blew. "There is no thanking the Malfoy boy. For all we know it could be his fault she fell!"

My Mum let go of me and walked up to my Dad, "Ron, stop. Not here." She turned to the Malfoy's "I am so sorry."

"Yes, that's right side with them. Side with the blood-traitor." My Dad spat.

For the first time Scorpius' Dad spoke, "Who are you calling a Blood-traitor, Weasley? You are the one that married a mud-"

"Draco!" Scorpius' Mum cut off his dad.

"Stay out of this, Malfoy. This about my family and that little Blood-traitor, Rose." My Father scowled at me like I was the most disgusting thing in the world.

"How could say that Rose?" My Mum asked him.

My Dad stared at her incredulously, "What do you mean how? She a Slytherin. She chose to be in that house. She didn't even try to get in Gryffindor. I don't even know why I am even here." I eyes stung tears threating to fall. I couldn't believe how my dad was talking to me. It hurt it ripped me apart.

My Dad stormed out of the infirmary. "Ron, Ron!" My Mum called after him. When he didn't stop she ran after him not even giving me a look back. And just like that they were gone. The urge to just cry out came strong but I held it back. Not willing to let my composure go in front of the Malfoys.

"You see that, Scorp. That is why we don't help Weasley's they overreact about everything." Scorpius' Dad told him. With that I couldn't hold it in any longer. I jumped up from the bed and fled. I ran and ran until I found my empty class room from the day before. I locked the door and let out a cry like I have never cried before. I couldn't believe it, one week in and already landed in the infirmary, madeIt ents fight, and almost killed a kid, that has to be some sort of record.

A/N: Wow another chapter done. I can't believe I wrote this one so fast. It practically wrote itself. I hope the subject matter was too hard to read. I do not condone any form of self-harm, and if you find your self even thinking about seek help immediately. With that said, what Rose is going through is a harsh reality. And it happens to people just like us.

I really hope you guys enjoyed the chapter none the less.