She rechecked the time, worried. Albus had told her that the boy would be coming at the time, but with less than twenty minutes until the train left, she felt their opportunity would be missed. She glanced at her youngest son, Ronald, who looked very pensive about the whole thing. She placed a hand on his shoulder and gently squeezed it to reassure him. Nothing had to be out of place. Hagrid did not tell the boy how to get through the platform.