After years of building your own life, you were standing back on Platform 9 3/4, sending your daughters to Hogwarts.

Lepus, your son, clung to your side, aged 5, wondering where his sisters were going.

Lyra and Ara, your twins, were getting their stuff, saying their goodbyes and hugging their little brother.

Draco, your husband, was fussing over Ara's robes and giving her treats for the ride, while you were making sure Lyra had her stuff.

Lyra sighed, straightening her tie.

"Papa, I have everything."