What if it doesn't come?
Red hair tousled and pajamas dirty, Bill Weasley was sitting on the side of his bed staring out the window when his Hogwarts letter came.
What if it doesn't come?
Reading about dragons was strange for a ten year old but Charlie couldn't seem to stop, and his Hogwarts letter went unnoticed until a very impatient owl pecked his hand.
What if it doesn't come?
Dressed promptly by 7am and finishing breakfast promptly by 8, Percy Weasley was sitting straight at the dining table at the Burrow when his Hogwarts letter arrived.
What if it doesn't come?
Fred and George, or maybe it was George and Fred, were taking turns on the family Cleansweep, using gnomes as quaffles when their letters came, knocking the smirk off a particularly nasty gnome when it hit him squarely in the face.
What if it doesn't come?
A face full of freckles was scrunched up with worry and boredom- somehow both resulting in a nasty expression- as Ron Weasley performed his chores and waited anxiously. His Hogwarts letter landed in his mop bucket but he managed to rescue it from the water quickly enough.
What if it doesn't come?
The last, the youngest, and the only girl, sat on her bed daydreaming of Harry Potter when her Hogwarts letter landed on her pillow.
What if they don't come back?
A man of middling age and weight with a spattering of red hair on his balding head, and his wife, the mother of seven of her own children and every other child she met that needed a mother, stood on platform 9 ¾ and waved goodbye as the last of their children got aboard the Hogwarts Express and disappeared around the first bend. Arthur and Molly Weasley, a very brave wizard and witch hugged each other close and smiled and watched as the hands on a very odd clock told them that some of their children wouldn't come back.