Pansy's morning, on September first, began with her eleven year old daughter, Angela leaping onto the queen sized bed as if it were a trampoline. Her dark eyes glowed in the dark room with velvet purple curtains that blocked any sunlight. Her dark curly hair bounced as she jumped on the bed.

"What is it?" groaned the man laying beside bulky shoulders shoved Pansy as he adjusted his posistion on their bed.

"Daddy," Angela chirped like a baby blue bird,"We need to get ready. The train leaves today." The man smiled as he sat up. He looked over at his sleeping wife. He remembered first seeing Pansy on the Hogwarts Express and thinking that he'd never have a chance with her. He lifted his large hand with stubby fingers and gently shook his wife until her eyes fluttered open.

"What is it?" she snapped impatiently.

"Angela would like us to wake up," he said meeting his daughter's gaze.

"Why?" Pansy groaned as she rolled over on her side.

"Mommy, I'm going to Hogwarts today,"Angela answered," Aren't you excited? Will you go say goodbye." Pansy sighed as she looked at her young daughter. She barely recognized the child as her flesh and blood. The fair complexion and upturned nose was the only thing that belonged to her. Her daughter was thin, but she owed that to Angela removing herself from the dinner table after she heard her mother call her father a "moron" or questioning their marriage.

"Can't you just take her?" Pansy asked her husband as Angela's face fell. She looked over at down at her hands.

"We need to make an appearence. I can't keep covering for you," Gregory Goyle responded with a sneer.

Similarly, an excited Scorpius Malfoy found himself awake as the sun began to rise. He went to his parent's room and noticed the bed was made and neither of his parents were in the room. Scorpius ran downstairs to find a cup of tea in front of a plate with two slices of toast, scrambled eggs, and sausage links. "Good morning," Astoria said before planting a gentle kiss on her son's forehead.

He took his seat at the table and looked over at his father reading the Daily Prophet. He put down the paper and smiled at his son. "You must be excited," he mused.

"Yes sir," Scorpius said before taking a bite of his toast.

"And you remember everything I've told you?" Draco asked before folding the newspaper and placing it beside his plate. He leaned back in his chair. His steel grey eyes that met his son's, and he could feel the electric anticipation that his son naturally exuded. Scorpius, raised with compassion and tolerance, would be able to redeem the family name. His son was smart, determined, and would do well in any house he was placed; however, Draco secretly hoped Scorpius would be sorted in Slytherin.

"Yes father," Scorpis replied before rolling his eyes. Astoria giggled as she joined her family at the table.

Astoria looked at her son, who had eaten half the food on his plate, and said, "You will be fine.

Draco and Astoria had taught Scorpius how to board Platform nine and three-quarters. When they arrived on the busy platform, Astoria bent down and wrapped her arms around her son. "Oh, I am going to miss you,"she said. Her son nodded, but his attention was caught by a girl with red hair tied in a ponytail.

Draco gave a curt nod to Harry and his family before turning his attention to his son. "Dad, what will happen if I end up in Gryffindor?" Scorpius asked nervously.

Draco sighed as he imagined his son clad in red and gold. "Then, they will have the best student Hogwarts has ever seen," he responded as Astoria kissed his cheek.

They were unaware that Pansy was a mere twenty feet from them. Angela was staring at the large train before glancing at her mother. Her mother's dark eyes were locked on another man, with pale blonde hair and a pointed chin, with a graceful woman watching her son board the train. Pansy realized she had lost. He was married, and he had a family, and he was happy. Those many years of waiting were a waste of time.

She looked at Angela and wondered why she didn't remember her daughter's first words. She didn't remember her wedding. She only married Gregory Goyle because her mother insisted that she marry before people "started talking." Goyle had worshipped the air Pansy breathed ever since he saw her at Daphne's engagement party. She accepted his proposal, and they had a small private wedding. They only had one child, Angela, and Pansy never cherished her child as if her existence was a painful reminder what her reality was. Now, Angela was leaving. Pansy did not take her daughter to get her wand nor was she there when Angela got her letter from Hogwarts.

Of course, her life was not what she had imagined. She imagined herself married to Draco and having his son with Draco's lumniscent skin and white blonde hair. Realization hit her like a bludger, and she was ripped from the fantasy she clung to. Now, she had to face the consequences of her actions.

"Come on," her husband said as their daughter bounded for the train. He pushed through the crowd. She got on the train and was visible through a window. The young girl sat across from a boy who looked nearly identical to Draco Malfoy.

"It looks like our kids will be friends," Astoria said off-handedly to the couple standing beside her. A boy with dark hair and bright green eyes joined them. The train began to move as every parent waved goodbye. Tears welled in Astoria's eyes once her son was out of sight.

"Let's get you home, Stori," Draco said wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Without a word to Pansy, he escorted his wife away. Pansy shook her head as if she knew he never cared about her. She still paid more attention to his behavior, and he still only saw Astoria. With this final epiphany, she finally had the closure she desperately needed.

She looked over at her husband and took his hand in hers. "Let's go home," she said. A smirk formed on his face as if he finally obtained what he always desired.