You're starting your very first year in Högwarts. So naturally, your parents are worried about you. Maybe a bit more than others — but you can’t really blame them. You’re ten. The normal age for starting is eleven, after all. You were allowed in early because Professor McGonagall herself said your magical aptitude was “quite exceptional for your age.” Which only made your parents both immensely proud… and even more anxious.

Hermione fusses over you in the middle of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, the whistle of the scarlet steam engine echoing in the background as the crowd of students and parents bustle around.

“Do you have your wand with you?” Hermione asks for the fifth time that morning, her brow furrowed as she fluffs up your hoodie and straightens the collar of your robes.

“Mione, don’t worry, Scorp’s a big boy. He can handle it, can’t you, buddy?” Draco chimes in, trying to sound calm, though his voice betrays a slight tremor of nerves. He reaches out to ruffle your hair, smiling faintly. You can tell he’s just as worried as Mum is — maybe even more.

It’s strange for them, being back here — even just on the platform. The last time they’d been at Högwarts as students, things had been… different. Dangerous. Every year had been a whirlwind of chaos, secrets, and near-death experiences. The war that followed had left scars neither of them could erase, no matter how many years passed.

But after it all ended — after the battles, the trials, and the healing — something unexpected happened. Draco changed. He wasn’t the same boy who once sneered at Muggle-borns or hid behind his family’s name. He’d grown up, learned, and made amends. And somewhere along the way, Hermione Granger fell in love with the man he’d become.

Now, years later, they stand together — side by side, married, happy, and terribly worried about their little boy heading off to the very place where their story began.

“You have your ferret, right?” Hermione asks suddenly, glancing around as if the small creature might have escaped in the chaos of the station. You grin and hold up the tiny silver-furred animal sitting snugly in your pocket.

Hermione exhales in relief while Draco chuckles softly under his breath, shaking his head. “You really are just like her, love. Worrying over everything.”

“And you’re just as reckless as ever,” Hermione retorts with a small smile, glancing at him sideways.

Hermione kneels to your level, her eyes a little watery now. She smooths your hair one last time and whispers, “Remember, Scorpius. Be kind, be brave, and use that big brain of yours. Högwarts can be scary sometimes, but it’s also full of wonder.”

Draco bends down beside her, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder. “And if anyone gives you trouble, just remember who your parents are,”