Proem:

Jimmi's POV:

Jimmi (short for James) Potter stood at platform 9 ¾. Eagerly awaiting the Hogwarts Express. He had turned the big number 11 in February, and was anticipating his first year at Hogwarts.

Well, at least he would've been, had his mother not been squeezing the life out of him.

"Mom, let go, the other older kids are here!" He said in protest, trying to squirm out of his mother's grip.

His mother didn't listen, and continued to keep crying, oblivious to the fact that Jimmi didn't want her showing so much affection, "My little baby boy has all grown up!"

He heard his older brothers, Gred and Forge snicker. They weren't twins, but were so close in age and appearance that it didn't matter. Both were in their 3rd year, and in Gryffindor, where it was likely Jimmi would be.

His father wasn't there, as he was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.

His mother, Ginevra, or Ginny, Potter was 7 months pregnant, which would be the reason why she was being so overdramatic.

Jimmi was a tall lanky child with a bunch of unruly black hair. His eyes resembled Ginny's perfectly, chocolate brown. He fortunately didn't need glasses like his father, but had inherited the Weasley curse of freckles.

He soon took notice as the other children begin to stare in their direction from his mother's hysterics.

Jimmi felt his ears start to redden. "Mom, I need to go now or I'll miss the train, Gred and Forge already left!"

Ginny inched away from her youngest son reluctantly, "Ok, ok. Be sure to owl me to make sure you've arrived safely, and have your brothers show you and Artie Weasley around."

Jimmi nodded. Artie Weasley was his best friend. He wasn't as tall as Jimmi, but lanky all the same. He had blue eyes with red, and slightly wavy hair. He would be starting this year too, and was probably already on the train. His annoying little sister Minnie would be starting next year, but both were looking forward to creating great mischief in the Gryffindor tower.

As his mother straightened up, he noticed that it was really only 9:45, but as the clock was behind her, she didn't need know, as it would only result in more clinginess.

She became suddenly serious, "Now you remember Mr. James Sirius Potter, stay away from those awful Slytherins, they're bad news, especially the Malfoy family."

He groaned and rolled his eyes, this had not been the first time his mother had given him the speech, "I'll be fine mum." He said.

He started to go, but Ginny Potter grabbed him in a tight bear-hug before letting him off.

Morwen's POV:

Morwen stood at the platform with her father.

"Now Morwen, listen carefully, when you arrive at Hogwarts, and are sorted into Slytherin, I'd like to not have to send Howlers. I understand, if you might want to get into some trouble, but just don't over do it." he ruffled her hair and said in a lower voice, "Or at least try not to get caught."

Morwen looked up and smiled at her father. Draco Malfoy was almost an exact replica of his father, except for his hair being shorter. The only difference was that Draco actually cared about his children, and paid as much attention as he could to them; when he wasn't swamped at the office.

Morwen had an older brother, Mordred, who was a 6th year Slytherin at Hogwarts. Morwen had a very close bond with her brother, being that their father was always hard at work at the ministry of magic.

Morwen had inherited Draco's pale complexion and hair, but she had green eyes that she owed to her mother, Pansy Parkinson, who had regrettably passed away giving birth to Morwen. Morwen was a little on the pudgie side, and had coke-bottle glasses.

She smiled up at her father, "I'll try. After all, what would Hogwarts be without the Malfoy charm?"

Her father laughed, "Can't say I disagree with that. Well you better get going, I'm sure Killian and Imy have already boarded the train."

She smiled. Killian Crabbe and Imy Zabini were her best friends, however their other close friend, Henna Goyle, wouldn't be joining them until next year. Still, Morwen kept the smile plastered on her face and boarded the train, waving good bye to her father who waved back.

Morwen tried to ignore the feelings of homesickness as the train left the platform.

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what do you think? Shall I continue? Well, I suppose I will post the next chapter anyway, to give you more of a feel for the story, since this was just the Prolog and nothing ever really happens in those............

So Next Up: The Sorting!

Till the Hopeful Next Time:

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