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I held back my tears- well, tried to- as my first born son headed off to the Hogwarts Express.

I had two other kids at Hogwarts, and I cried every time they went off for their first year.

I had little Emma, who wasn't so little anymore. She was a Gryffindor fifth year, and I was going to have to let her graduate in two years.

Then there's Bri, who is a third year Ravenclaw. I have four more years until she graduates.

And then there's Fred. He is going to be a first year now, and he's the same age as James Sirius Potter, my brother's first born son.

The train began to roll out of the station, and I let the tears roll down my face freely.

George pulled me into a hug and rocked me back and forth. We stayed like that for a few minutes, but I then remembered that we had two kids watching us weirdly.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Jake asked, worried.

Jake was five.

"They're fine! They're just sad that Freddie is off at school," Amanda, who was nine stated.

I nodded, and together the five of us walked to the car.

"At least we still have three with us, Georgie."

"Only two of us are left, Mom," Amanda pointed out.

"If you don't count the three month  baby in my body right now then you're right."

All was well, even after all this time.