Rose laughed uneasily as her father teasingly chastised her, "Don't get too friendly with him, though Rosie. Grandad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood."

She felt confused, what did Dad mean? She stared at the boy across the platform, his eyes stormy grey, seemed to be filled with boredom and irritation, as he waited impatiently to board the train.
His gaze caught hers, observing her interestedly. She did not break away, apprising him in the same notion. She didn't FEEL anything for this boy. How could Dad say..? She shrugged. He was a Malfoy, family history taught her they were nothing but ungrateful, snobbish, and rude. She felt a pride in what she learned over the summer, she had almost memorized her textbooks, as her mother proudly pointed out. She was determined to beat this boy, whoever he was.

The train's shrill whistle startled them all, as Al grabbed hand enthusiastically, and tugged on it, bringing her into the train. Hermione's eyes were full of tears, overjoyed in seeing her own children head to her old school.

"Oh dear, do be careful," she said, wiping her tears as Harry nodded knowingly at Albus, supposedly reassuring him about something they had discussed.

Ron grinned at her, "Try to make the Quidditch team, Rosie, beat the record like Uncle Harry." Rose nodded solemnly, as Ron came up to her and muttered, "Seriously, kick that kid's arse, we owe those Malfoys."

Rose giggled and nodded, giving him thumbs up. Hermione looked at them quizzically, her eyes narrowing.
"S'nothing, Mum. Don't worry, I'll be careful, and I'll greet Uncle Neville too."
The train started moving and the parents started walking with the train, now tears seeping out of all of their eyes. Hugo and Lily rolled theirs, their arms crossed, sour at not leaving. Ginny patted them and whispered in their ears, something that cheered them up.

As the train's speed increased, their parent's bodies became less and less distinguishable, until they hit a turn and disappeared.

Albus nodded at her, gesturing toward the outside of compartments, trying to find empty seats.