December 3, 2012 | Brad B.
This story is one of the winners of the Harry Potter Fan Fiction Contest. Congratulations!
The snow fell in a storm of white all around the festive old town. In the backyard of a house far into the country the snow changed colors as it fell. Children ran through the snow playing with their toy broomsticks hovering slightly above the snow. Adults watched the kids through the windows laughing at their merriment. A few older kids and teens whizz around through the snow on actual brooms. A young boy around the age of eleven touched back to the ground and ran for the door to the house.
“Dad, James tried to push me off of my broom!” Al screamed “Did not! You just slipped!” James yelled back. Ginny sighed in exasperation as she grabbed her coat off of the rack and went outside to comfort her youngest son. “James don't push your brother. Al your father is helping your sister with her card tower, so he can't help now.” Hermione called out the door of the burrow “Come inside kids. It's time for dinner.” A stampede of children dismounted their brooms and ran for the door “Don't forget to wash your hands!” Ginny called after her oldest son.