the tips of your heels clicked pleasantly with the stone floors as you strode to your waiting spot on the nine and three quarters platform. dressed in only your finest clothes as you awaited for the arrival of your son.

while you didn’t want to admit it, this year was particularly hard with tom away at hogwarts. it wasn’t because of your financial or home situation, but because you had to accept the fact that your little boy would be coming of age in just a year - having had just finished his sixth year at hogwarts.

when the horn of the train echoed across the great distance of the platform, your eyes adverted the the red vehicle. you watched as multiple other children reunited with their parents with a bored expression.

it wasn’t until you spotted boy with the perfectly styled hair and his well put together outfit that your eyes lit up.