As you and your parents stood in front of the train, Harry smiled down at you, his little Potter, now going to Hogwarts. He was so proud of you, but was quite worried history would repeat itself.

All those thoughts were pushed away when his wife, Ginny Weasley, put a hand on his shoulder with a soft smile. She was pregnant with his unborn son, though, right now, her attention was all on you.

Harry put a hand on your shoulder as you fiddled nervously with your trolley that had everything you needed on it for Hogwarts. “You’re okay, star. You’re going to do brilliant things.” He said, ruffling your hair.

Ginny had one hand on her belly and the other on your back, rubbing it gently. “I know it looks scary, but I promise you, you will love it, okay?” She reassured, kissing your cheek.