I /B August Twelfth, Two Thousand and Four /I /B

"Sssh!" whispered Hermione Granger as she, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley crept out of Hogwarts grounds. Hermione rolled her eyes as Ron tripped over a particularly large rock. "Ron! You're so clumsy." Ron got up and brushed himself off. "And that's why you love me so." He said, leaning in for a kiss. Hermione relented and Harry made kissy sounds in the background.br

"Only two more weeks 'till we graduate." Ron said, looking excited.br

Hermione looked and felt sad. "I know." She whispered sadly, tilting back her head.br "Don't be sad darling because in exactly two minutes we're getting married." Ron said happily./br

brHermione's face brightened. "I can't believe we're doing this," she said, groaning. "I always thought I'd be married in a wedding gown, not my best Hogwarts robes." She looked down at her white, silk robe and furry leopard print slippers. Ron kissed her on the nose and said, "My clothes aren't too hot either." Hermione stole a glance at Ron's attire. She suppressed a giggle at his red and white striped nightshirt and matching nightcap with a fuzzy black ball at the end. They arrived at u Patil Family Instant Wedding Parlor /u in exactly two minutes. Hermione's face was grim, yet hopeful and Ron's was a cheesy smile as Harry snapped a picture./br

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brI B August Eleventh Two Thousand and Twenty-Three /I /B/br

Caroline Rose Granger downed a glass of Coca-Cola furiously. She leaned against the soft, white, leather seat of her mother's limousine, memorizing every smell, every nook and cranny of the limousine. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped out of the car. Her family's butler, a man more like family, Jean Paul, a tall African-French man with smooth, ebony skin and clear golden eyes looked at her sadly. Caroline could feel tears trickling down her cheeks.br

/br"Oh Jean Paul! I don't want to leave you!" she murmured against his black, silk jacket. She could feel his arms embracing her. "I don't want you to leave either mon soleil! But as Hartley Coleridge wrote…"br

/brCaroline grinned, beginning their friendship ritual with, br

br"When we were idlers with the loitering rills,/br

brThe need of human love we little noted:/br

brOur love was nature; and the peace that floated /br

brOn the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,/br

brTo sweet accord subdued our wayward wills:/br

brOne soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted, /br

brThat, wisely doting, ask'd not why it doted,/br

brAnd ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills."/br

brJean Paul gently touched the tip of Caroline's nose and shook her hand ending with,/br

br " But now I find how dear thou wert to me; /br

br That man is more than half of nature's treasure, /br

br Of that fair beauty which no eye can see, /br

br Of that sweet music which no ear can measure; /br

br And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, /br

br The hills sleep on in their eternity." /br

brCaroline rubbed Jean Paul's shiny, bald head three times for good luck and picked up her large suitcase. She walked towards the entrance, her loosely curled red hair blew in the wind. Right before she entered King's Cross Seaport, she lifted two fingers and waved them in the air, their goodbye sign. Jean Paul wiped a tear away as he drove away./br

brBillie Rose Weasley dusted off her glittery jeans and pink peasant blouse. Her kind of-curly red hair was braided into a single braid and her turquoise eyes glittered in the sun. Billie slid on her sunglasses and lugged her suitcase into King's Cross. Billie hummed Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean" as she searched for a witch or wizard to help her onto the port. Billie got impatient; all wizarding folk were dressed just like her! Just then, she noticed a very large family with a tall, beautiful, Indian looking woman heading them. The woman turned around. "Molly and Marcella, come here." Two pretty dark-haired girls rushed to the front of the line. "Now, you know Papa and I want you guys to do your very best at Hogwarts. And your three older sisters will be there. Darlings, I love you so much," She kissed each of their cheeks. Billie sped toward them. br "Wait!" she cried. Panting, Billie began to speak. "Hi, I'm Billie Weasley and I'm new to this wizard/witch thing? I don't know how to get in and my aunt…she had to go back home so she just dropped me off. Can you help me?" The woman began rubbed her head./br br"Poor dear? You're Ronnie's daughter, aren't you? My name is Parvati Patil. Oh, sweetie… my daughters will help you, now won't you girls?" The girls nodded. "First year, right? Oh… my daughters Molly and Marcella are too." Molly and Marcella waved. "And this our little third year is Liv, short for Olivia…" Liv, a girl that looked about one or two years older than Billie with two braids that reached her waist tied with pink ribbons and wearing a long corduroy skirt and a pink dress shirt, grinned. br"This is Yasmine, a fourth year," she said, pointing to a short, slightly plump girl with her hair in a high, spiky ponytail, wearing a purple plaid polo underneath overalls covered with glittery paint splotches and donning black cat-eye glasses. /br "And this… this is our beauty queen, she's a sixth year, her name is Heather." Heather was indeed very beautiful. She had layered, black hair that reached her heart, she had large, brown eyes and light brown skin. She was very thin and was wearing faded jeans and a white T-shirt. br "Okay now," Mrs. Patil said. "Well when I went to Hogwarts, we were still at the train station but now you guys are at the seaport so just run through the barrier. The girls ran through and were on their way to Hogwarts.