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

Leo, your son, was stressing about what he had, Draco half-calming him down.

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

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.

"Mama, I have everything. And you're pregnant, don't stress it."