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"Come on Ronald, do hurry up or you'll miss the train" Mrs Weasley chided as she and her husband Arthur walked their brood plus one to Platform 9 ¾ at the start of another Hogwarts term
"And Ginny dear, do try to remember your Arithmacy homework."
"But Mum…" Ginny grumbled.
"I know you hate it love but just one more year and then you can choose what you want to study… within reason." Mrs Weasley added eyeing Fred and George who had particularly shifty looks on their faces.
"And as for you two…" Mrs. Weasley started sternly
"We know" chanted Fred and George "be good if we know what's good for us!"
"Honestly mother" added Fred, "If it hasn't worked before what makes you think it will work now?"
"Well Fred Weasley" blustered Mrs.Weasley
"Now boys, do as your mother says and be good" said Mr.Weasley in not an inauthoritative tone.
Mrs.Weasley gave her husband a grateful smile and began to pile luggage into the train.
"Oh and Harry love, do be careful" fretted Mrs.Weasley.
"Honestly Mrs.Weasley, I'll try me best but trouble seems to find me at the moment" Harry confessed.
"I know" Mrs Weasley sighed "but just know that we'll be thinking of you and if you need anything we are only an owl away" said Mrs.Weasley as she put a comforting arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Thank you Mrs.Weasley" said Harry staring at his toes.
"Well come on kids, onto the train with you." said Mr.Weasley breaking the awkward moment. With all of their goodbyes said the Weasley children and Harry scrambled to find seats in the few remaining compartments on the train. Mr. and Mrs.Waesley were left standing on the platform watching the train depart. They turned arm in arm and headed back to The Burrow.
Later that evening while Molly was doing the washing up for two she finally broke.
Arthur had known it was coming.
Every year after taking her children to Hogwarts Molly Weasley had cried. She did her best to hide it; locking herself in the bathroom and sobbing into a towel or waiting until the early hours to weep.
Arthur had always been there for Molly at these times. He knew his wife very well, and knew how much she hated losing people. It was perfectly understandable. The only family she had left were her children. Every year another one would disappear on the train and Molly knew it was the first step of her children's journey into adulthood; and ultimately their first step into leaving The Burrow to start homes of their own.
Arthur felt excited about the prospect of his children turning into people. He relished discovering which subjects they liked best, which professor they hated the most and what clubs and societies they had joined.
This year however was different. You Know Who was back.
This year Molly had cried at the kitchen sink.
This year Arthur didn't know how to comfort Molly.
This year he was just as scared as she was.