It was cold for a September day. I was at King's Cross with my wife, Ginny and my three children, James Sirius, Albus Severus and Lily Luna. It was James's first year going to Hogwarts and we were seeing him off. James looked extremely happy that he was finally going to Hogwarts. Ginny was having trouble to believing that our first son was finally leaving.
"Dad, Come on! We're going to be late!" James shouted.
I ran after him only stopping to give him time to go through the barrier to Platform 9 3/4. I then went through with my other son, Albus as Ginny went with Lily. James was so excited to go that he jumped right onto the train.
"James, come back!" Ginny shouted as James obeyed.
"Mum, I want to go to Hogwarts before I get too sick and sent home!" James replied and coughed real loud.
James was extremely ill with a muggle disease and didn't have a lot of time left to live. He seemed fine on the outside but he's growing weaker and weaker every day. Soon he'll die. I keep telling myself that when he dies, he'll be safe, he'll be with my parents, Sirius and Remus. He'll also have Fred, Tonks and my old pet owl, Hedwig.
"James, the train isn't going to leave until eleven no matter what. You being on the train earlier won't help it leave faster," I said to him.
"It's going to leave in five minutes!" James said.
James gave Lily a hug goodbye as well as me Ginny and I. Then he shook hands with Albus and ran to the train.