Eight years later…

John and Hermione Granger-Watson stood on Platform 9 ¾ to wave goodbye to their daughter. She waved back excitedly while pressed up against the window of the compartment that she was sharing with her best friend, the not-so-little-anymore red Rosie.

"We are going to get so many owls about those two, mate!" Ron exclaimed after he walked over to clap John on the shoulder.

"I'm not sure if even a magical castle can handle those two girls." John replied and he could not help but to laugh knowing what a handful the two headstrong Rosies could be…and that was when magic was not involved on a regular basis. He could only imagine what life was going to be like when it was!

"That's alright. Albus will help keep them in line." Harry commented when he joined them, after having a little heartfelt chat with his nervous youngest son. "It's hard to believe that my son is actually the responsible one of that little group." They all watched as the boy joined his cousins and best friends in the carriage – only to be smothered in hugs by the girls. The three of them had been inseparable ever since the first time little yellow Rosie had met them at the Burrow all those years ago - and now they were all starting their first year at Hogwarts together.

"The new Golden Trio," Hermione sighed. "If they get into even half the amount of the trouble that we did…"

"It's going to be a very interesting year for poor old Headmistress McGonagall!" Harry finished the statement for her and they all laughed.

Just then Ginny walked up to them holding the hands of two other little girls. The youngest, a curly-haired brunette, ran up to John.

"Daddy, Daddy, the train is leaving!" little Jeanie exclaimed as he picked her up in a big swinging hug. Then the Granger-Watsons, Potters, and Weasleys all watched together as the Hogwarts Express steamed out of the station.

John waved to his Rosie one last time before he pulled his wife close when he saw her wipe a little tear from her eye. Then he kissed his youngest daughter on the nose, grateful that he still had a few years left before he would have to watch her leave on the same train.

"Remind me to thank Sherlock, will you?" he whispered happily to his wife, who looked at him questioningly. "He introduced us, didn't he?" he explained. "How else would I have gotten so lucky as to have three witches in the family?" Hermione's only reply was to flash that same beaming smile at him that had attracted him from the very beginning. Then she kissed him tenderly and he realized that he could not be happier to have been so bewitched by her in the first place.