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Chapter 22 – Platform 9 3/4

Fred held tightly to the little girl's hand as they wove their way through the thick throng of people at the station. His mind begrudgingly reminded him that he really shouldn't refer to his daughter as little anymore… She was after all, eleven and a half, and on her way to Hogwarts today.

He glanced down at the young witch beside him and thanked every deity he could think of for the miracle that she hadn't reached the age where holding her dad's hand was unacceptable. Elizabeth looked a bit jumpy from all the pent up excitement that she had tried to conceal for the past few weeks. The little witch had expressed her worry about leaving her siblings and didn't want them to be upset about not being able to attend the magical school yet, so she had taken it upon herself to not talk too excitedly about leaving home.

And even though Fred knew how excited Elizabeth was about finally going to Hogwarts, he also saw the flickers of worry that crossed her face, "You're not still nervous about being sorted, are you?"

Elizabeth tilted her head up and smiled, "Of course I am. Mum's been going on about every characteristic of each house since my birthday this year. I have no idea which house I would fit into better… or which traits I hope to have later on."

Fred chuckled lightly and swung their joined arms, "Everything will be fine; I promise."

The approached the seemingly solid brick wall and Fred saw his daughter flinch slightly, out of the corner of his eye, as they passed through the barrier.

"That was kind of fun…" the witch heaved a sigh of relief and smiled again.

"Eliza!" Ginny called from a few meters away.

The red head was cradling her own little daughter and waving animatedly at her niece. Harry was close by speaking with Teddy, James and little Albus, as Andromeda stood by with slightly sad eyes.

"Hi Aunt Ginny," Elizabeth hugged her godmother as tightly as she could without disturbing Lily, "Hey 'Lil."

"Where's your Mum?" Ginny asked as she scanned the crowd that had just entered the platform through the barrier.

"Hermione's parking the car," Fred explained a bit dismissively, "That woman doesn't seem to trust me with any kind of muggle vehicle." He withdrew Elizabeth's shrunken trunk from his pocket and restored it to full size.

"Yes, well that might have something to do with you, George, Ron and a you-know-what," there was a slight sparkle in Ginny's expression as she remembered the story from her own first year at Hogwarts.

"Oh, I already know about Granddad's flying Ford Anglia. You don't have to speak in code."

Fred's mouth fell open and Ginny began to laugh heartily, "How did you find out about that?"

Elizabeth shrugged casually, "Uncle George. He told me all about it last Christmas."

"Merlin…" Fred rubbed the side of his face forcefully, as if doing so would make the situation disappear. "Don't tell your Mum you know about that. She'll have my head and George's."

Ginny adjusted the toddler on her hip as she continued to chuckle, "I actually have to agree with your Dad, Eliza. Do not tell your mother you know about that car. She'll probably go after your uncle Harry as well since he was the reason those three stole it."

"They stole it!?" Elizabeth shouted with surprise; her little voice climbing a few octaves.

"What? I thought you said George told you," Fred crouched down and frantically pulled at his daughter's hand to get her attention.

The shocked expression melted away instantly from the young witch's face, "Oh, he did; just needed to poke the dragon a bit before I go. I'm going to be gone for almost four full months you know…" And evil grin spread across her face.

Everyone's attention was now on Elizabeth. Harry shook his head and tried not to smile too widely, "She is definitely your daughter, Fred."

"Why wouldn't she be his daughter?" Hermione's voice had a slight edge to it after years of defending underhanded comments about Elizabeth's parentage, "Hugo Ronald Weasley, stop running this instant."

The little auburn haired boy slowed down slightly, but still hurried over to his cousins. He was almost as tall as James now and his golden brown eyes, though wise for a six year old, always twinkled with a little mischief.

As Hermione fell into place beside him, Fred leaned over and kissed her temple, "Nothing, Love. Just joking a bit before Lizzy has to board the train."

The witch didn't seem to completely believe him, but she smiled regardless and greeting everyone cheerily.

Fred squatted down until he was eye level with the smallest of their children. He smiled as he tucked a curly strand of bright red hair behind her ear, "What's the matter, my Felicity Rose?"

The little girl, who had just turned four years old, gave her father a watery smile, "I want to go with Lizzy to Hogwarts."

The adults who heard the young witch chuckled lightly at her words.

"Don't worry Fae, we only have seven more years until we get to go," Albus smiled as he tried to comfort his best friend.

"That's forever, Al!" Felicity sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes as the entire group laughed heartily.

Elizabeth wrapped an arm around her little sister, "Don't worry Fae, I'll make sure to write you and Hue every week. Just make sure you don't get into too much trouble. And don't do too many pranks with Dad while I'm gone." She leaned over to speak directly into the little girl's ear this time, "We'll have to plan our Christmas prank through Owl this year, but we'll manage."

Felicity grinned widely at her sister and nodded.

The big scarlet engine's horn blew to signify the five minute warning. Teddy stepped forward with a shy smile and helped Eliza place her trunk into the compartment that he was sharing with some of his friends.

Elizabeth sprinted back and hugged her sister tightly before pulling Hugo into a similar embrace. The little boy pretended to be embarrassed by the sudden affection from his older sister, but he whispered a quick, "Good luck. I'll miss you," before anyone could hear him.

The little witch hurriedly hugged the rest of her family goodbye, even accepting an embrace from Andromeda as Teddy also made his way around the group accepting goodbyes and wishes of luck in his second year.

Harry and Ginny quietly wrangled Hugo and Felicity so that Hermione and Fred could have a private goodbye with their oldest child.

"Are you ready, Elizabeth?" Hermione tried to smooth down her daughter's wild hair. She was attempting to hold herself together and not cry at the idea of her oldest child leaving home, "Remember, if you've forgotten anything, Dad and I can Owl it to you. And don't worry about the Sorting Hat; though I still don't completely agree with dividing the students at such a young age, it does seem to have an insight into people. We will be happy and proud of you whatever house you belong to, dear…"

"Make sure to write us at least once in a while. You know how your Mum worries," Fred said as he wrapped a supportive arm around Hermione's waist. "And I'm sure Teddy can answer any questions you have about the castle or concerns over any of your classes."

Elizabeth nodded, "I know, Dad. Uncle Harry already talked to Teddy and me about all that. And Teddy promised to help me if I need anything."

"Alright; good. Make sure you pay attention in class, keep the pranks to a minimum and… enjoy yourself, Elizabeth," Hermione's smile was tight but her eyes still shown with happiness.

"Really, Mum?" The young witch bounced on the balls of her feet, "No long winded lecture about buckling down, taking school seriously and focusing on what's important?"

Hermione shook her head, "That would be a bit hypocritical of me. I took school seriously, but it was mostly due to the fact that I thought I had to prove my placement at Hogwarts. Your father, Harry and I broke a lot of rules while we were at school; your dad and George did as well. So I know better than to expect you to completely stay out of trouble. I want you to learn, but you also need to enjoy yourself." Hermione felt the tears collecting in the corners of her eyes, "Promise me?"

Elizabeth smiled a bit sheepishly at her mostly stern mother and suddenly flung her arms around the older witch, "Yes, Mum; I promise."

Fred chuckled to himself as he watched his wife and oldest daughter lovingly embrace.

The engine again blew its horn to give warning of its impending departure.

"Come on Eliza, or we're going to miss the train," Teddy waved the witch over and hopped through the open compartment door as he held a hand out to her.

Elizabeth kissed Hermione on the cheek and quickly hugged Fred before running after the Hufflepuff boy. They smiled and waved at their families as the train began to slowly pull away from the station.

"She'll be alright, won't she?" Hermione muttered to Fred as she tilted her head onto his shoulder.

"Of course she will," Fred wrapped his arms lovingly around his wife and tucked her head under his chin. "Lizzy is smart and tough, and she has Teddy to help her when she gets into too much trouble."

Hermione snorted, "That poor boy. I can't believe they used to hate each other with the way they interact so pleasantly now."

"Ah, young love… does crazy things to a person," Fred sighed heavily for emphasis.

"Good Lord, Fred," the witch pulled from her husband's arms and playfully hit him on the arm, "They're too young for such talk; they're just friends."

A lopsided smile began to form on Fred's face as a familiar mischievous glint flickered in his eyes, "What to bet on that?"

The witch's eyebrows knit together as Hermione shook her head, "No, I think I'd rather not…" She looked back at the long train that was still visible in the distance, "You know, if they do date when they're older… you won't be so chipper about the idea. You only joke now because they're adorable and too young to cause any trouble."

The smug expression fell from Fred's face as Hermione's careful words were processed, "Ah… yes, let's no bet on that. Or talk about it any further…"

It was Hermione's turn to look a bit superior, "It's alright, Freddie. She's only eleven. We have a few years until we really have to worry about things like that." She pressed her lips against her husband's cheek and felt his tense stance relax slightly.

Hermione and Fred stood there in comfortable silence as they watched the Hogwarts express, until it completely disappeared from sight.

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