Author's Note: Hi anyone reading this! This is my first ever fan fiction and I plan on it being a long one so I hope some of you will stick with me. I would appreciate any and all feedback. I recently started reading Harry Potter Fan Fiction and thought maybe I should try writing one for fun. I am a fan of the Hermione/Ginny stories, no matter how cliche that may be, so that is what this is. I hope you enjoy what I've come up with!

Introduction

September 1, 2019

Hermione Weasley stood on platform 9 ¾ with her hands resting on the shoulders of her youngest child, Hugo, who was bouncing with nerves before he boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Meanwhile her daughter Rose, who was 2 years Hugo's senior, stood off to the side furiously texting a boy she had met during summer holiday on her muggle cell phone, a device that would soon be out of her possession for the school year. Hermione's husband Ron had been delegated the task of unloading the car of all the children's possessions because Hugo simply had to get to the train platform before his cousin Lily did and his mom wouldn't let him go alone. Physically the children were the spitting images of Ron, and all the Weasleys for that matter. Fortunately they took after their mother in the intellectual sense. Hugo was in everyway just like Hermione when she was 11, constantly spouting information about everything to anyone that would listen. He already had Hogwarts: A History memorized cover to cover. As was Rose at that age but now, being a "mature teenager," she'd become more rebellious and developed a real devil may care attitude towards life. Rose was sorted into Gryffindor like her parents and all the Weasleys before her, Hermione had her doubts about Hugo though. Of course Ron, much to Hermione's displeasure, constantly teased the boy that if he weren't sorted into Gryffindor he'd be disowned which didn't help the pre-Hogwarts jitters the boy already had. So there the three of them were waiting, two of them rather anxiously, for the Potters as well as the train to arrive. And before long, a red headed little girl charged through the barrier dragging her equally fiery haired mother by the hand and rushed immediately over to the three Weasleys. Hermione tried to avoid the gaze of the approaching woman who she hadn't seen or spoken to in nearly 2 ½ months but she couldn't tear her eyes away and forced a weak smile in her direction. The distance between them closed and Hermione felt her sister-in-law's arm snake around her waist and pull her in for a hug. Her heart skipped a beat at the contact.