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Hey guys, well you all now the drill I don't own anything except Amelia (OC) and I only do this for the warm and fuzzies it gives me inside : ) the real genius is J.K and I am thankful to her everyday that I have this world in which to escape, the world of Pure Imagination! ok guys so read and rate I hope you all like if you don't please all feedback welcome so that I can change it so you will. I'm hoping to make this a big series by the finish but with uni and loads of family stuff I might not be able to update as often as I'd like but bear with I won't leave you hanging too long. so without further ado let's get on with it : ) God Bless guys and Enjoy - MaryBeth Tudor xxxxx

A Different Beginning

The usual hustle and bustle of Platform Nine and Three Quarters seemed amplified this year; and she didn't know why. She could remember the first time she stood here as a young, impressionable first year student, sat in a carriage all by herself, half an hour early "just to be safe," as her Mother would say; jumping in her seat unable to sit still, a bouncing ball of energy just waiting to burst with so many ideas and dreams of what the next seven years would hold. However, it wasn't her turn anymore. That time had come and gone in a blur of laughs, tears, summer days and winter nights. If you had told her, that day all those twenty years ago, that she would be standing here today, September 1st 1971, watching her twins do exactly the same thing as she did then she probably would have laughed; yet here she was. That thought made her smile, how times change, yet it was also the cause of that one single tear that made tracks down her rosy cheek. She was so proud, but she would miss them terribly. She knew this day was coming but watching them go is never easy. She had told them numerous times to be good and stay out of trouble but she knew it was like telling a snake not to slither; pointless. If there were two pranksters worse than her little James and Amelia then she had yet to meet them, she just hoped that the twins didn't meet them first, they didn't need anymore grand ideas of stunts they could pull at Hogwarts, they already had a list; no seriously they did she had seen it, she was waiting for the day she received a Hogwarts toilet seat in the post. That thought almost made her smile; almost.

10:57 am

Three minutes. Three minutes and she could no longer call them her babies, not out loud anyway they would always be her babies deep down; but they were all grown up now and it was just something she would have to learn to deal with.

10:59 am

The train starts and there they are waving through the window for the last time before they go and become official Hogwarts students, before they start their own journey ; the beginning of school, the beginning of the rest of their lives. The train rounded the corner and they were gone.

11:01 am.

Time to go home, only six hours and Jonathan would be home from the Ministry with his tales of a wizarding world in crisis, the kids don't need to know that. In her mind they had grown up too fast already they didn't need to know about the continued string of disappearances happening , they may no longer be her babies but she would protect any shard of innocence they had left for as long as she could, it was too beautiful to be shattered.

As she left the station she could not help but consider the list of chores she had to do that day , keep busy. Maybe there was enough time to stop at Florean Fortescues Ice Cream Parlor first, something to cheer her up, as one thing had already become glaringly obvious; the moment that train turned the corner the Potter household just got a whole lot quieter and in her mind maybe even just that little less bright.