(September 1st 2011)

(~~~ pov)

It had been 20 years since I had last been on the platform of the Hogwarts express. I remembered the day like it had only just happened.

(Flashback)

I jumped of the train just moments after it stopped, dragging my trunk to a cart before quickly rushing to the portal to the muggle side of Kings Cross, where my parents were waiting for me.

I was so glad to be away from Hogwarts. I could remember being so excited about finding out about magic just last June. Professor McGonagall told us that students start Hogwarts when they turn 11, but my birthday is during the school year, so I found out the summer before I turned 12.

My parents were relieved because nothing was wrong with me, and I was relieved that I wasn't the only person that could do the things I've done.

I had been so excited to go to Hogwarts, where I could finally belong. I had no idea just how wrong I was.

The kids at my muggle school didn't like me because I was smart. Because of that I didn't have any friends. Instead, I sought refuge from the bullies in books, most of which were fantasy books where I would imagine my own knight in shining armor rescuing me from the bullies and my loneliness.

I was hoping to make friends at Hogwarts, but the kids there either hated me because I am smart or because I'm a muggleborn.

I had to make frequent visits to the infirmary because of the constant hexing.

When we made it home I cried for hours as I told mum and dad how horrible it was. That summer my parents and I researched other schools and found Selene's Academy of Magic.

It was there that I finally made friends as I found my place in the new world I was born to be a part of.

(end of Flashback)

Now I was back on platform 9 3/4, with my children as they waited to board the train to Hogwarts. I had hoped my children would continue going to Selene's, but my husband and I ended up here because of our jobs.

Right after our graduation with top scores on our N.E.W.T.s as well high scores on our muggle SATs, we worked toward our chosen careers. Harry becoming a child case worker in the muggle world, helping both muggle and magical children, and I became an attorney who handled my husband's cases when they needed to go to court, or to get a judge to sign off on removing custody from the worst cases.

The only reason I decided to allow the kids to go to Hogwarts is because of Headmistress McGonagall and the new laws against bigotry and bullying.

I looked around the platform and recognized some of the people here, some of which had been my bullies, and others that had not attacked me, but didn't help me either. There were even a few former Gryffindors that was there my year here, coming over and saying hi to me as if we where friends forever.

One red haired woman came over to me, Ginny Weasley, I think her name was. Her brother Ronald came up behind her grumbling about a someone named Lavender, not waking him up on time for breakfast. His eyes widened when he saw me.

"So Hermione," he starts,trying to sound cool in a failed attempt at flirting. "What brings you here?" I give him a look that obviously says 'what do you think I'm doing here?'

"I am here with to see my children off to Hogwarts of course." I replied like he asked a stupid question, which he had.

Ron was about to speak when my eldest son ran over to us, my daughters screaming at him for one reason or another.

My 13 year old son looked just like his dad, except his messy hair is brown, and so are his eyes. He is a Gryffindor and is a trouble maker, just like his grandfather apparently was.

My twin girls were just beginning their first years. Lily looked almost identical to the pictures of my husband's birth mother, whom she was named after, except she had James Potter's hazel eyes.

Jasmine has jet black hair like my husband, but her hair is naturally curly like mine. Her eyes are emerald green, but have specks of brown.

"Andrew stop running! Lily, Jasmine what are you two yelling about?"

"Mom!" My daughter Jasmine cried, her black curls frizzing slightly at the amount of magic in the air. "Andy dyed all of my school robes pink!"

"At least yours aren't green and silver!" My other daughter, Lily huffed.

"Andrew, you better fix them or I'll revoke your Hogsmeade permission!" I threatened. His chocolate brown eyes widened, before he nodded and rushed off to the train.

"Where is dad?"

"I'm right here sweetheart." My husband replied from behind me, holding our 6th month old son who looked exactly like his father, right down to the mischievous glint in his emerald eyes.

Ginny Weasley gasped as she took in my husband's tall, muscular form.

"Your Harry Potter!" She squeaked excitedly.

"Where have you been? Dumbledore had spent years searching for you!" Ronald stated.

"Yeah! You never made it to Hogwarts!"

"That's because I was already going to magical school."

"Already?"

"Yeah. Hermione and I met at Selene's Academy of Magic in the United States. I had been going there since I was 7."

"But that's illegal! Everyone knows you can't start learning magic until your 11. Your magical core isn't strong enough to perform magic before then."

Is that so? What do you think accidental magic is then?" Harry replied.

"Uncontrolled magic caused by high levels of emotion." Ginny replied.

"Exactly. At Selene's you begin learning to control your emotions through meditation. Controlling your emotions means less accidental magic."

Harry looked over at his watch before turning to our kids, giving them hugs and telling the girls to write and let us know what house they were sorted into. They nodded and jumped on the train, waving at us once more before heading to their compartment.

My husband and I watched our children leave for Hogwarts as the train sped away from the platform. I took our son from my husband as we walked together to the portal leading to the muggle side, leaving two flabbergasted redheads to stare at our backs.

Fin

AN: This was just a short story of what I thought could happen if Harry was rescued from the Dursleys and didn't go to Hogwarts. I may eventually add a second story detailing his time with the Greens, or his classes at Selene's, or his relationship with Hermione. I don't know at this point, but I'll keep the door open if I get enough ideas to continue this storyline.

I know that this final chapter was a big time jump, but I just wanted to keep this story short, but show Harry as having a happy life, and to see some reactions of of those who would of been his friends had he not been abandoned, which is why they have returned to Britian.

As for Hermione ending up away from Hogwarts, I honestly believe that she was meant to meet Harry, who would have been the reason she befriended Ron, since it was Harry who dragged Ron off to find her after he made her cry. It was because of Harry that she made friends at the school.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.