"Oh, honestly Teddy." Ginny had an arm wrapped around his side. Theo had started crying the second he saw his son’s expression looking at the train. There was a true childlike joy captured in his eyes. Harry had been born for Hogwarts, unable to stop talking about his dreams of being prefect since he learned what it was. Hermione knew he would make head boy, if not from apparent impeccable behaviour then out of pure stubbornness - a trait he had inherited from his mother, no doubt.