"Scorpius would you please stop terrorizing your brother?" Hermione sighed as she tried to check everything on the checklist.

"But Mum!" Scorpius whined.

"Scorpius Malfoy you are almost seventeen years old would you at least try to act like it?" Hermione asked as she took the tissue from the baby who huffed, moodily at her then began crawling away. She sighed again. The first day of school was always stressful, more so for her. Seven years ago she had been seeing only one child off to school and one would think that to be the easiest thing, right? That does not apply to the Malfoy family, especially if you have 7 children to bid goodbye.

"Alexander, Apollo if I have to tell you one more time to stop terrorizing your sister I will be telling it to headless bodies." Hermione said calmly as she listened to her twelve year old daughter, Annabella the third of the triplets, complain about her brothers. All the while she was fixing a fidgety Scorpius' tie and keeping an eye out for the Potters and Weasleys.

Much to her dismay, her little Tyl had grown up to be a Slytherin just like her grandmother had predicted. She had also grown up to be such a daddy's girl, so much that Hermione did not trust the two of them to go shopping without her. The last time she had let them was when her oldest daughter was five. They had come back, laden with clothes, gifts and things that the little girl didn't need but then again Draco was always a sucker for her doe-eyed look and her daughter's was much like Scorpius' except more innocent looking, making it all the more dangerous. Despite the fact that her oldest daughter was the biggest snake she had ever met, nothing had prepared Hermione for Selene's antics. The nine year old was as cunning as she was brave. The fact that she looked up to her socialite grandmother would normally make her worried but the young girl was much too interested in politics to be a lady.

"Hermione!" Luna beamed as she pulled a tearful Albus and his twin Severus towards the Malfoys. Her second born, Lalita, the spitting image of her mother, flounced toward them, earning an eyeroll from Tyl, Scorpius, Max, Nate and Draco the most slytherin of the family.

Selene took that as a cue to try to sneak into Scorpius' trunk but was prevented by a glare from her grandmother. She walked towards her mother hands crossed and nose in the air, "I want to go to Hogwarts, now."

"We've talked about this, Artie." Hermione said as she smoothed her hand over her daughter's head.

"My name is Selene!" she muttered moodily, walking over to her father, most probably trying to coerce him into letting her go to Hogwarts.

Hermione shrugged and walked over to her pregnant luna who was juggling both her nervous boys with a practiced ease.

"It's a girl." Luna said as she rubbed her stomach. "I could use a girl, since I refuse to have any more children after this."

"Because you said that, it's going to be a boy." Pansy teased as she hugged her friends, "Thank Merlin this is my last child going off to Hogwarts."

"You have no idea how lucky you are, Pans." Hermione muttered, trying, unsuccessfully to ignore the fighting between her youngest two Casssie and Selene.

"Stop copying me!" Selene muttered through clenched teeth. To those who didn't know her one would never have known how annoyed she was. Like her grandmother, she believed that social decorum was very important to maintain. Her younger sister however, was too Gryffindor to care. She didn't understand why her sister didn't want to be her friend. She started to cry after selene's cold shoulder didn't melt.

"Cassie, Love, Cassie don't cry." Draco said as he scooped his youngest daughter into his arms.

"But daddy!" she sobbed. "Artie hates me."

"My name is Selene!" Selene screamed, her mask slipping. She hated that everyone in her family still called her that stupid nickname, especially in public.

"Selene," Hermione sighed. She was tired and couldn't wait until the train left the station so she could go home to a considerably empty house, "Selene, your sister loves you. All she wants is some attention. You know you are her role model as much as Tyl is yours."

"Cassie." Selene said, her mask back on. "you can stand next to me as long as you control yourself."

"Really?" the younger asked, eyes wide, tears glistening her cheeks.

"Yes. But clean yourself first, you look a right mess." Tyl said arms crossed nose in the air.

"Daddy down," Cassie squirmed out of her fathers arms and straight towards her sister where she embraced her. The older girl tapped her back stiffly but couldn't help the smile that escaped her icy façade.

The final bell for the train rang and Hermione heart gave a little jolt. She held back tears as she watched her oldest son chat up a girl as they walked in the train. He was growing up and soon he would be moving out the house. It hurt her to think that her time with him was almost over. Scrorpius turned back and waved at his parents and siblings and seeing his mothers teary eyes he smiled to her and blew her a kiss, she'd survive.

Tyl rolled her eyes at her mother. She cried every year! It was times like these that she was glad she wasn't a gryffindork judging by her younger sister's tear stained face, "Get a grip Carrie."

"Shut up, Tyl." Carrie stuck her tongue out. She knew it was immature but that was the way she and her sister showed each other they cared.

"Yeah! Shut up, Tyl!" Phoenix and Pollo sneered, taking a break from scaring their first year brothers Max and Nate.

"Is it true Carrie?" The twins asked looking slightly green. The reason why they asked Carrie and not any of the others was because she was the most fully Gryffindor, "Are there really cockroaches in all our chocolates?"

Tyl and Scorpius rolled their eyes. The twins were way to gullible. Scorpius smiled as he put in his iPod earphones. His family may not be perfect but it was his and he loved them. It was all he had dreamed of, and frankly he was quite satisfied with Carrie's screams as she berated her brothers about scaring the twins off school and Tyl's answering scowl at Carrie's raised voice. Nothing in the world was worth this family and he was glad he forced his father to pull up his pants and grow some balls all those years ago.