Hermione brushed her hair out of her face, the platform rumbled and shook as the train chuffed, gathering speed. This was it, the day they’d been dreading. She looked up to her husband, always so strong and sure, the blonding hair at his temples the only thing that had aged in him in all these years. The steam whistle called out, echoing her lamentations as it took the last of their three dragons away to Hogwarts. It would be just the two of them now, for practically the first time ever. What grand adventures awaited them now?