Platform 9¾, Promises, and One Very Lost Weasley
King's Cross bustled with noise, steam, and hurried goodbyes.
Keith and Rias walked calmly through the crowd.
With a flick of his fingers, Keith sent their luggage into his portable dimension—along with Latias and Alolan Ninetales, who immediately vanished in a flash of light to rejoin the others.
"Behave," Keith muttered.
Rias laughed softly. "You know they won't."
Goodbyes were said at the mansion.
Hugs were exchanged.
Warnings were given.
Promises were made.
Then—
Platform 9¾.
The Train Compartment
Keith slid open the compartment door.
The air shifted.
With a snap of his fingers, cushions softened, temperature stabilized, ambient magic hummed, and the space transformed into a private luxury cabin.
Keith and Rias sat down.
And immediately—
They felt it.
Glares.
Hermione.
Penelope.
Katie.
Angelina.
Helena.
On the other side—
Susan.
Daphne.
Astoria.
The last three avoided Keith's eyes and silently mouthed sorry.
Keith blinked.
"…Did I do something wrong?"
Hermione crossed her arms.
"Oh, absolutely," she said flatly.
"What did you do to them?"
She pointed at Susan, Daphne, and Astoria.
Keith tilted his head. "I gave them my blessing."
The compartment froze.
"…Your what?" Hermione asked carefully.
"Blessing," Keith repeated. "Dragon-related."
Penelope narrowed her eyes. "Then why didn't we get one?"
Helena's gaze sharpened.
Katie and Angelina leaned in.
Keith sighed—patient, honest.
"Because," he said calmly,
"you're not my wives yet."
Silence.
Complete.
Absolute.
Devastating silence.
Hermione's brain stalled.
Penelope blinked twice.
Helena stared.
Katie's mouth opened—then closed.
Angelina exhaled slowly.
"…Yet," Hermione repeated.
"Yes," Keith nodded. "It can only be given to my wives."
Realization dawned.
They hadn't proposed.
Not once.
Hermione's face turned red.
Penelope looked away.
Helena smiled faintly.
Katie scratched her cheek.
Angelina laughed awkwardly.
"…We forgive you," Hermione said finally.
But inside—
Decisions were made.
This year?
They would propose.
Enter the Weasleys (and Chaos)
A knock echoed.
The door slid open.
"Hey, Keith!"
Fred and George Weasley leaned in, identical grins in place.
Ginny peeked over their shoulders.
"Have you seen Neville and Seamus?" Ginny asked.
Keith shook his head. "Nope."
Ginny frowned. "They're second and third after me."
Keith blinked.
"…After you?"
"Yes," Ginny nodded.
Keith paused.
"…Who's last?"
The twins stared.
Ginny stared.
The compartment stared.
Keith sighed and explained slowly.
"I mean—who is the last person to get on the train after Neville and Seamus?"
They thought.
And then—
All three spoke at once.
"…Ron."
Keith pointed out the window.
They leaned out.
Down the platform—
Ron Weasley was sprinting.
The train whistle blew.
Neville and Seamus waved cheerfully from inside.
"…Oh, he's dead," Fred said solemnly.
"So busted," George agreed.
Ginny groaned.
Keith massaged his temples.
"I need a break."
He waved at the twins.
"Send letters to your father and Dumbledore."
The twins straightened.
"On it," they chorused, then vanished down the corridor.
Ginny lingered.
She stared at Susan, Daphne, and Astoria.
"…What makeup are you using?"
The girls froze.
Hermione, Helena, Penelope, Katie, and Angelina all slowly turned to look at Keith.
Ginny followed their gaze.
Ah.
She smiled.
So it's him.
Decision made.
Ginny waved and left—plans already forming.
Arrival at Hogwarts
Steam hissed.
The train slowed.
Hogwarts rose in the distance.
Astoria separated from the group, heading toward the First-Year boats, waving nervously.
Keith smiled and waved back.
The rest stepped onto the platform together.
New year.
New secrets.
New vows waiting to be spoken.
And somewhere deep within Hogwarts—
Ancient magic stirred, sensing that the dragon had returned.