Standing on Platform Nine and three-quarters, watching my son Scorpius board the Hogwarts Express, memories flood my mind. It seemed like just yesterday I was the one nervously awaiting my first journey to Hogwarts. But now it was Scorpius's turn. Pansy stood beside me, her hand gently gripping mine, offering quiet support. She had been my rock throughout the year, especially during the turbulent times of the Second Wizarding War. It was she who stood by me as the influence of the Dark Lord waned, and we both came to terms with our mistakes. Scorpius resembled us both with his platinum blond hair and sharp features. But beyond the physical traits, he carried a kindness and empathy that neither I nor Pansy possessed at his age. I couldn't be prouder of the young man he had become. As the train whistled, signaling its imminent departure, Scorpius waved enthusiastically with a radiant smile on his face. Pansy and I responded with a gesture, exchanging knowing glances. We had come a long way from our youthful prejudices and animosity. As a sense of peace washed over me, I turned to Pansy, grateful for the life we had built together. Our past sins no longer defined us; we had forged a new path filled with love, understanding, and hope for the future. Together, we watched as the Hogwarts Express vanished into the distance, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them as a family. And in that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I realized that despite the scars of the past, there was always the promise of a brighter tomorrow.