A.N. the children are 11, 5, 3 years and 4 months.

(Mary Elizabeth's p.o.v)

The lovely dream I was having faded out when the harsh sounds of our alarm clock barged in, I groaned and tucked my head under the pillow. I was more than content to ignore the blasted thing and keep sleeping, but I knew what today was and no matter how much I wanted I couldn't ignore it, well I could, but I'd have a very pissed off 11 years to deal with. Weighing the pros and cons in my head, I let out a low sigh, which of course got muffled by the pillow my face was currently buried in. But I knew my fighting was pointless because no matter what I did I knew my answer -A heartbreaking one but an answer no less- the first one was the better choice. I blame it on my motherly love, god you think mother nature's a bitch wait till you have kids." A mother's love" is like "mother nature's" mother, 10 times more ruthless and utterly heart wrenching. Having to watch your kids grow up, "Letting go" upgrades to a whole other level.

I willed my body to move, but the aching in my heart stilled my body, as if reading my mind I felt the bed shift and the noise were silenced, I buried my head further into my pillow as the silence sliced a large hole in my heart. I willed everything to go away, I willed the bed to swallow me whole, but it seemed that god wasn't on my side today as two strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist. As if god was helping in –not in the way I wanted but still helping- the sorrow slowly left my heart as the tingling of my stomach soon replaced it. I relaxed against the bed and willed myself out of the hole I'd dug. Today was happening where I wanted it to or not so I might as well enjoy it, the arms tighten their grip and I tried to suppress the smile and fingers drew circles on my stomach.

"Honey?" a voice said, "We have to get up, we have to send Ryan to school today remember?" I groaned and rolled over, opening my eyes.

At first, my eyes burned as the rays of light flicked into my room, it wasn't overly blinding but I seemed to have a higher sensitivity than most. The grimace on my face brought a chuckle from the man above me. Leave it to my husband to find my pain funny, I'd have to kill him later. Though that's what put me in his sights- his pranking sights no less- but still sights, so I might just spare him. I slowly opened my eyes, this time, a small aching echoed through my skull but I suppressed it and soon the pain left my head. I smiled when I saw my husband looking back, reaching up I gently played with his chocolate-brown hair. The smoothness gliding through my fingers, I giggled as I followed the strands down and played with the light stubble on his face. He shot me an amused smile before leaning down and capturing my lips, my hand slid around his neck but only give a small kiss before turning my head.

"Honey, the train," I said in a breathy voice before he cut me off with another kiss.

His hands gripped my hips tightly before the left one slides down to knead my inner thigh, as if that wasn't enough of a turn on his right hand was sliding around my hips to my lower back. My ultimate weakness, I could hear him chuckle as my body all but arches off the bed as his fingers knead circles into my spine. An animalistic groan rips from my throat as a hot fire ignited in my stomach. Leave it to my husband, 23 years together and three moves was all it took to have me panting like an adolescent school girl.

"We have time" he whispers and kissed me again, I felt him smile against my lips.

The mother inside of me screamed that this was wrong but the inner animal overtook my body and I gave into my desires, Sliding open my legs I fought with my arms to not grab his hair and pull him to my body, instead letting him lay against me. I wanted to kill him as he slowly moved, purposely torturing me as I could to nothing but watch as his fingers began kneading my lower back.

"Mmm lover" I practically purred into his neck "Stop teasing me" my fingers scrapped up his back, down his muscled arms before returning to his back, now it was his turn to moan. I knew from experience he loved that. To not lose control he slid his hands under my body and rolled over the bed. Seconds after he sits up, conveniently taking me with him.

When he stopped his legs were over the edge and I sat upon his lap. I broke the kiss and glared at him; he just smiled and roughly grabbed my ass before I could speak. I groaned at the sensation and involuntarily tightened my legs around him; Jayson started peppering kisses down my neck. Leaving small nips and licks that drove my insane, my hands went to his hair and I couldn't help but smile as a low groan left his mouth as I gave a light tug. Jayson was lifting up my nightgown when we were interrupted.

"Wah, wah!" a loud voice cried through the hall, I laughed loudly as Jayson sighed in annoyance.

I was quite glad that we had been interrupted as the actions brought me out of my lust filled desires, I all but glared at my husband as I realised how far things had gotten. Who in turn only flashed a playboy smile and let his body fall back on the bed with a triumphant sigh. It seemed god was watching out for us. Watching in the form of a two-year-old toddler. He laughed as I dug through my closet and found a small blue tank-top and ruby-red shorts. Running my fingers through my messy hair I walked across the hall and into the next room, it was painted in a light yellow and was covered in white plastic stickers ranging from overly cute animals to flowers. There was a white dresser in the left corner which was covered in diapers and baby powder, a small blue shirt was hanging off the side of an open drawer and I could only shake my head at the laziness of my husband. A large window was in the center of the wall but was covered with a yellow curtain to keep out the light; finally, my eyes fell on the small crib standing above a small circular rug.

"Hello angel. Hello, my sweet baby girl" I said with a sweet voice, the toddler stopped crying and looked up at me "Hello Sophia, how's my baby girl?"

"Mamma," she says with delight and stretches up her arms.

Instantly the tears vanish and a huge smile replaces it, the only evidence she was upset was the few drying tears that litter her smooth cheeks. Which of course I wipe away as I pepper small kisses over her face. As she laughed I scooped her up and brought her to my chest before walking out of the bedroom and downstairs. I started with the morning routines. Grabbing my wand, I smiled, with a certain spell everything in the kitchen opened up and the items I needed gently placed themselves on the stove.

Within minutes, I had the pancakes made and frying on the pan, with another flick I had the coffee started and the paper flying in the door. I reached up and took down a glass, filling it up with water I smiled. Here I was sitting on the counter as breakfast made itself... some days you really had to love magic.

I could hear soft steps coming down the stairs as the last pancake flipped off the burner and flew itself to the plate on the table, orange juice; butter, eggs, and bacon all accompanied the pancakes. With another flick the forks, knives, glasses and plates landed there too, quiet "thunks" were the only sound to be heard. My husband walked in as I sat down, napkins in his left hand and our infant daughter in the right. Her body laid against his larger chest and I could help but chuckle at the utter look of awe she gave the world every morning. I gave her a quick kiss before he placed Alice in her crib.

"Morning darling" he smiled, leaning down to kiss my cheek. I smirked as I tried to suppress my chuckles "Everything smells wonderful" that did it! I burst out laughing "What?" he grinned as he sat down; I cleared my throat and leaned back against my chair.

"Nothing" I smiled "You just do not know how much you sounded like your father there," he looks at me and shakes his head at my childish humor. I sigh and get up; quietly walking over to him I wrapped my arms around his shoulders "Is Ryan up yet?"

"No, I let him sleep in. He has a long train ride to Hogwarts" just like that the thoughts from this morning were back and I literally had to fight my hand from gripping my chest. It felt like two knives had been plunged into it. My grip loosened and I slid my arms off his shoulders with a sigh before walking to the window "Love?" I couldn't look back so I ignored him and stared out the window. I willed the tears away but they persisted and within seconds I could feel the salty liquid rolling down my cheeks, two strong hands spun me around before I broke into tears. Jayson held me as I let it all out; I was almost angry at how calm he was. Did he not care? Was he not hurting? Was his heart not shattering into a thousand pieces at the simple thought of our child leaving? He does nothing but run his hands up and down my back and waits until my sobs fell to a quiet whimper.

"Mar" he whispers lovingly "He'll be back in a few months" I glanced down at the floor.

"I don't want him to go..." I say with a sob, I could feel his chest vibrating with quiet laughter.

"He's just going to school darling; you can talk with him every night before bed. You made Ryan promise to call after supper." I could feel his fingers as they ran through my hair. I don't know why, but this always had a calming effect on me. Soon the tears disappeared and my breathing leveled out.

"I know, it's that he's grown up so fast." I say and grip his shirt tightly "Soon all the children will be going off to school! And I'll be alone..."

I couldn't see his face, but I'm betting Jayson was rolling his eyes at my dramatic act; yes I would do the same thing if I was in his shoes but still. I'm losing my baby!

"Honey… that will be years before Sophia is even old enough to start school." I sighed and walked over to Sophia, I tried to think of other thoughts as I stroked her chubby cheek. The floating bowl of Baby food I charmed was about half done. She looked so innocent, her eyes gleaming with happiness as she opened her mouth for yet again another helping of mashed sweet potato and peas. She looked so cute as her cheeks plumped out, desperately trying not to spit out the food as she chewed.

"I know... but what will I do when she's gone?" I say with a light chuckle

"Well for one, you could finally make that sculpture you've wanted to do." He grins before looking out the window "Because I wouldn't mind having my office back... I think it got attacked by a monster" I laughed before smacking him in the arm.

"Hey, it's not that messy in there!" I groaned in defense but couldn't stop the blush creeping on my face.

My husband let out a rich heart filled laugh which only made me blush harder with embarrassment. Luckily Ryan walked into the kitchen; his hands were rubbing the sleep from his eyes. I turned away from my husband and flicked my wand; a bottle of breast milk flew from the fridge, warmed itself up and gently floated to Alice's direction. Alice was lying in the kitchen crib and glanced at the floating bottle before it floats to her mouth, being two months old she couldn't do much else. I shot my husband a smirk and walked back to the table, with a flick on my wand I shut off the stove and sat down on my chair. I was trying to look proud, but I think I just looked more ridiculous; Jayson grabbed a coffee before sitting down, pulling me out of my chair and into his lap. I smiled before laying my head against his chest. The soft movement of his breath soon had me falling asleep but a soft creaking of the floor boards and a chuckle had my eye-opening. I looked up to see Olivia standing in front of me, hands on her hips as she sends me a small glaring smile.

"Mamma it's morning! You can't fall asleep or we'll never get to the train" she laughs. I smiled, stood up and placed her in her booster seat.

"Your right, how silly of me!"

Olivia grinned back as I placed some pancakes on her plate. Being five years old she thought she knew everything, yes she was smart but not extremely for her age. I turned around to grab my glass of water and almost dropped it when I looked back at her; Ryan was too lazy to cut his food so he had stuck the entire pancake into his mouth. Apparently Olivia saw that and was trying to stuff half the pancake in her mouth and failing miserably at it. I broke into a fit of laughter as I walked over and pulled the rest out, Olivia let out a muffled complaint.

"Okay, you are going to choke if you do that. Both of you!" I added with a head shake after Ryan had sent her a triumphant grin.

(Ryan's p.o.v)

We had gotten to the station about 45 minutes before the train was supposed to leave. People were bursting out of everywhere, everyone had places to go and people to see. I hugged closer to my mother in fear and she squeezed my hand in comfort. I wanted to talk with her, but she was talking with dad, who was busy tending to a wailing Alice.

"Okay Jay, are you sure he has everything?" my mother asked for the umpteenth time this morning, I had gone through my room 12 times before she stopped.

"Yes I'm sure darling!" my father sighed; I snickered at his face and kept walking.

"Okay my babies, we are looking for platform 9 and 3/4's" I shot her a look.

"Mum I know, you've said this 100 times already" she sent me a smile before asking my father questions again. I rolled my eyes and followed a group of older boys onto platform 9 and 3/4.

We had stood for 5 minutes before Olivia started complaining, I knew mother wasn't but I doubt she wanted to deal with a tantrum and within seconds guided Olivia towards the benches. I watched mum as she manivored the bouble seated jogging stroller around people with little effort and chuckled before dad pulled me aside.

"Ryan" he smiled, I smiled back.

"Hey, dad."

"You nervous?" he grins, I smirk.

"Yeah a bit, I guess" I answer truthfully.

"About what?"

I stood there for a second and thought about it. What was I really afraid of?

"Maybe the sorting hat?" I shrugged "What if I'm put into a group I don't like?" my father smiled and grabbed my shoulders.

"You know, I was afraid of that when I first went to school too." My mouth fell open.

"What, you?" I gasped.

Dad was so cool and awesome in school, I couldn't understand why someone like him would be afraid. He laughed loudly.

"Yep. It's a new place, new people, new rules you have to fallow. But, I found that it's not that scary after a while." I nodded "And hey, about the sorting hat? I know it know best but it also takes your opinion into account, so if you say you want to be in Gryffindor then it might just put you there." I smiled and hugged him.

"Thanks, dad" I whispered "I love you" he smiled and hugged me back.

"I love you too." He whispers before mum's voice calls his name.

"Jayson!" she half-yells with glee "Look who I ran into"

Dad pats my head before walking towards mum, I wanted to go with him but I had a caart full of luggage and trying to squeeze that in with a double baby cart would be less than enjoyable and we would do nothing but block up the train station. So with a quiet sigh I stand by my luggage in silence, though the train station was far from it. It was bustling with people, some happy other not. Everyone seemed to be doing something which only survived to make me feel even more out of place, I shifted from one foot to the other as I moved out of people's way. It was so noise that I could hardly think; my heart was pounding in my chest as I caught the view of a slightly older man. He had brown hair, a large scar running from his left eye to his lip and a serious look in his eyes, I tore my gaze away when he sent me an unimpressed look and a glare. I shoved my hands in my pocket and as if a sign from god my hands fell on the cold metal of my music player, slipping in some muggle headphones I couldn't help but smile before clicking through my songs.

I finally stopped on Taylor swifts "safe and sound", yes I know it's a muggle song, but I didn't care -It was the song mum would sing to me when I night terrors as a child- I shut my eyes and I listened to the calming music. It wasn't mum's voice, but it did the trick as my heart beat slowed down and my palms stopped sweating, the whole idea of school wasn't as scary as it had been a while ago and I could help but feel excited as the idea ran through my mind. I had a little piece of mum if things got too crazy.

The song ended soon and I pulled the metal from my pocket, a random song had come on and I couldn't help but frown in disgust. My hand scrolled through the album as I looked for a better song, every time I did I swore I could hear yelling but with a glance around no one seemed to be acting differently. Though seconds later I heard it again and with an eye roll I finally pulled out my headphones and glanced around the room. That's when I heard it clearly.

"AHHHH! LOOK OUT, LOOK OUT! I CANT STOP!" The voice yelled, I looked over and gasped as I saw a cart full of luggage and a boy hurdling towards me

It was like the world had fallen into slow motion, people around me were running left and right as the boy came in, I wanted to move. I needed to move but my body was frozen in place, the message to run failed to reach my body. I could hear the sound of my father's voice as it echoed around the platform, seconds later the cart stops centimeters from my body, but the actions sending the other boy flying over the handle bars and the luggage flying at me. I gasp as I hear mom's voice ring out through the station, I feel the similar sensation of magic as it surrounds our bodies, but couldn't think as the air was knocked out of my body.

Seconds later we both landed on the floor, our bodies shielded by a soft cushion of air. I couldn't help but cry out in pain, not from the fall but from the weight of the boy that landed on top of me. I heard the sounds of luggage hitting the ground, but my eyes wouldn't open, I just prayed that they wouldn't hit us. My heart was pounding as I took in staggering breaths, my eyes slowly opened as the world spun around me. A pained groan echoed from my chest and I looked up to see a flash of red hair.

"OH MY GOSH BOYS!" two voices yelled loudly, I looked up to see my mother and another woman rushing towards us.

She was a bit bigger than mom, she had a kind face. A few layers of clothes on and like the first boy had a full head of bright red hair that was curled into a large bun; with a light glance, I notice she also had two younger boys with her. Carefully mom rolls the other boy off me and places him on his back beside me. I groaned as mom picked up my head and examined it for any bleeding.

"Oh Ryan are you okay?" my mother asked with a sad face, I give her a small smile.

"Yeah I'm fine mum" I glanced at the other mother as she cradles her son.

"Now do you see why I said you can't do that!" she frowned at her son "That was very reckless and dangerous William! If his father hadn't stopped the cart you would have killed the boy!" She growls but gently checks his body for any injuries.

"I'm sorry mum" he mumbles and looks close to tears; she gives her son one more half glare before glancing at us.

"I'm so sorry about this, I told him to wait for us. Are you alright?" I nod a bit as mum helps me sit up; suddenly a Bulky man wearing a parka appears.

"Bloody hell, what happened here!?" he exclaims as he looks around at the mess.

"William ran away with a huge cart of luggage and almost killed this poor boy!" she exclaims, the man took out his wand and with a flick everything floated off the floor and flew back to the cart.

"Blimey, are you all right lad?" he asks, I nod my head.

"Yes, I'm fine sir." I glance at mum awkwardly and she smacks herself in the face.

"Oh Merlin, where are my manners!" she laughs "I'm sorry, my names Mary Elisabeth, this is my husband Jayson and our four children. Ryan, Olivia, Sophia and this little cutie's Alice."

My father gently shifts Sophia and Alice a bit when their names are mentioned, somewhere in the crash she had quieted down. Olivia was hiding behind mum's leg as she looked at the boys. I laughed as a boy her age locked eyes with Olivia; they both blushed before hiding again.

"Hello, I'm Molly." she shakes my mother's hand "You've already met my Oldest son, William," she says a bit forced as she glances down at the boy, who coughs lightly and kicks the ground "My second oldest son Charles, my third oldest Percy and my husband." he sticks out his hand to shake my fathers.

"Hello Jayson, I'm Arthur," he says and I notice two leashes in his hand "These little trouble makers are George and Fred." he says with a smile as Fred is chewing on the leash like a dog. The harness's were a light brown and had an overly cute smiling monkey on the back, I saw it when George turned around and tried to run the opposite direction.

"Their hardly three and our house looks like a bomb Zone. I swear they cause more trouble than all my boys put together" Molly says with a bit of an eye roll.

Both boys were dressed in similar outfits; the only difference was the little sweaters they wore over tops. Fred's was a light red while George's was a dark blue. The muffled crying of a baby fills the room and we all glance at Arthur, he smirks quietly and takes off the parka. We see a pouch attached to his stomach. After a second it moves and I see a baby boy with bright red hair, he gurgles and claps his hands "And this is Ron" Arthur smiles as Molly leans over to kiss Ron's cheek

"Were the Weasley's!" They both say with glee, all the little children show huge grins as if they had rehearsed this for years.

I look at the group in shock; my mind was still whirling from what happened earlier. I almost died a few moments ago and now our families are acting like they've known each other for years. I glance at mum and could already tell she liked them, the small sparkle in her eyes as she realised she found a new friend and dad as he shared a knowing smile with Williams father. My mind was so confused about everything it was starting to hurt my head, my eyes fall on William as he gave me the same confused look. Completely and utterly lost I did the only thing I could.

I laughed.

I laughed loudly as tears started rolling down my cheeks, seconds later William joined me and soon we were both rolling on the floor. I don't know why but for some reason I knew this was going to be a great year.

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