King's Cross was bumbling this morning. George and I rushed the children towards the platform. Atlas, our eldest, was starting his fourth year, while our twins, Annabella and Arabella, were beginning their very first year at Hogwarts. Atlas had been sorted into Gryffindor his first year and he was already wearing his robes as he pushed his trolley through the platform. The excitement and nerves were palpable. As we made our way into the platform, the Hogwarts train appeared. The scarlet steam engine of the Hogwarts Express gleamed in the sunlight, and the platform was filled with students and their families, the air buzzing with excitement. I looked around for Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione but I stopped when I noticed that the twins had stopped by the side of the train. I could hear their whispers as George and I walked back, Atlas stopping to check on us as well. Their identical faces mirroring the same mixture of excitement and anxiety. Before George and I could reach the twins, Atlas ran past, kneeling next to his little sisters. "Don't worry, you two," Atlas said, ruffling Arabella's hair playfully. "Hogwarts is amazing. You'll love it there."
"But what if we get sorted into different houses?" Annabella asked, her brow furrowed with worry. Ara and Anna looked at each other with fear, not wanting to be separated. I place a comforting hand on their shoulders.
"No matter what house you get sorted into, you'll always have each other. And Atlas will be there too, watching out for you." George wore a look of pride and nostalgia.
"Just think of all the fun you'll have, the friends you'll make, and the magic you'll learn. Hogwarts is where your mum and I met, after all."
Atlas rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "And where you and Uncle Fred caused a lot of trouble."
George laughed, ruffling Atlas's hair. "Well, we had to keep things interesting. But you three will create your own adventures." Annabella and Arabella clung to me as we walked towards the train.
"Mum, what if we get lost? What if we can't find our way?" I knelt down to their level, looking into their identical blue eyes.
"You two are brave and smart. You'll figure things out together. And if you ever need help, you have Atlas and the rest of the family."
George placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "Remember, just be yourselves and have fun. Hogwarts is an adventure." We hugged them tightly, the moment bittersweet. Our little girls were growing up, taking their first steps into a world filled with magic and possibilities. We finally saw Harry and Ginny with Albus, James, and Lily, and Ron and Hermione with Hugo and Rose. All of the cousins embrace, the Weasley family stronger and bigger than ever. Sometimes I felt bad for Molly, but she absolutely adored having 16 grandchildren who she could spoil rotten and make sweaters for. She was busier than ever, knitting a sweater almost everyday to prepare for the kids' Christmas. "There they are!" George shouted, seeing Fred, Angie, Gideon, Fabian, and Roxanne all rushing in our direction. Fabian and Gideon kiss their mum before running off with Atlas onto the train with Rose, James, and Albus. Roxanne looked at the twins with a huge smile on her face. She looked so much like her mother. Angie held my hand as Roxy talked the twins' ears off about all the exciting things that they could do at Hogwarts. She gave her dad a look and then smiled mischievously at the twins, whispering something in their ears. The twins looked at each other with a smile, hugging both me and George tightly before they climbed onto the train, their faces a mix of excitement and nerves. As the train began to move, Annabella and Arabella leaned out of the window, waving frantically. "We'll write to you every week!" Arabella called out.
"We love you!" Annabella added, her voice carrying over the noise of the train.
"We love you too!" I shouted back, tears welling up in my eyes. George wrapped an arm around my shoulders, his own eyes misty. As the train disappeared around the bend, I felt a swell of pride and love for our children. They were off to Hogwarts, ready to make their own memories and carve out their own paths. And while the house felt a little emptier without them, I knew they were exactly where they were meant to be, starting the next chapter of their magical lives.
Plus, I was absolutely positively sure that there was no way in hell that Voldemort had any kids. Right?
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Daughter of Black
FanfictionShe was named after both her parents. On her father's side of the family, it was tradition that they were named after stars - Mira. Her mother's name was Arabella so her father gave her part of her mother's name as well. He wanted part of both of th...
