James and Lily looked brightly at their children, who were standing before them, looking miserable. Their oldest son, Harry, who was now twenty five, looked at them pitifully, and then smiled; it was a cheeky, Potter smile.
"Harriet, Haley, I want you to behave this year." Lily said simply, putting her hands on her hips and looking into Harriet's eyes, which were hazel- Harriet was the 'naughty' twin. Lily always had a feeling that either Harriet or Hayley was going to be like James: brash, loud, cocky and impulsive, and they'd discovered by the time that the twins were nine years old, that it was Harriet. Hayley, on the other hand, was quieter, more reserved, and reminded Lily a little of Remus Lupin from when she was at school.
"I always behave, mum-"
"I know you do, love-"
"-it's Harriet who doesn't."
"Hey, shut up!" Harriet snarled, but Hayley stuck out her tongue and motioned towards the train.
"Can we go now?" she asked her brother, who was laughing quietly at his mother and Harriet arguing. He turned to his father, and both of the men nodded. "BYE!"
"NO! Wait, love!" Lily called out, "I haven't said goodbye properly yet!"
"Byebye!" Hayley shouted, completely ignoring her mother, and gave everybody a smile before boarding the train. Harriet grabbed her trunk roughly and turned away from her parents and brother, her thick, dark brown hair which was almost black, flicking out in a fan around her. She sniffed, blew her family a quick kiss, before running after her sister.
Peter looked at his daughter, adjusting her tie for her and smiling. His daughter was short, just like him, with blonde hair in pigtails and shoes shined. Peter had always been determined that his daughter would at least look nice, if not behave nicely. Her behaviour was not something he could control- she was very strong willed and Peter had never been strict enough to stamp out her unfavourable personality traits.
His daughter, a Hufflepuff, smiled a little at her father and swallowed.
"Off you go, Polly." Peter muttered, unsure whether he should hug his daughter or not. His wife, Samantha, had always done the 'cuddly, motherly' things, but she couldn't be there to see her only daughter off.
"Byebye, dad." She said slowly, wrapping her arms around him awkwardly, and then letting go. She picked up her trunk, waved at her father, and went towards the scarlet steam engine.
"PETE! WORMTAIL!"
Peter's head skipped a beat and he spun on his heavy heels to see his old school friend, James Potter. He hadn't seen James in nearly five years, and he was with Lily Evans, a fiery yet kind red head he'd fallen in love with at school. They both beamed at him, and James went for a strong, manly hug.
"Pete! Haven't seen you in ages!" James gasped, ruffling his black hair. He was about five foot ten, and he still had a Quidditch champions build. He hadn't really changed at all, if Peter thought about it. "Want to go for a coffee?"
"Um…yeah, sure." Peter said, a little nervous, and followed Lily and James out of the station.
