Post-Hogwarts

“Ginny, hurry up! Our portkey is about to leave!” Draco called out to his wife as he kept one hand on the wicker basket and another on his eldest son, Leo, who was tottering nervously, afraid that he might miss the train.

“I’ll be right there!” Ginny called back as she dashed down the stairs in her black suit, a simple strand of pearls around her neck and her fiery red hair fanning behind her.

“Wait, I think I need to use the bathroom.” She said, but didn’t move as the basket glowed and spun out with them holding on.