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A/N: A special thanks to my beta MinistryMalcontent. This story is a series of 200 word drabbles.
Chapter 1: James Sirius Potter, Quidditch Nut
"And she grabbed the Quaffle, turned upside down on her broom and shot at the goal posts. The Keeper couldn't stop the Quaffle and thus she scored," Ginny said to her four year old son James.
"Cool!" James said, grinning widely.
"It was seconds after that that the opposing Seeker caught the Snitch..." Ginny said dramatically.
"They lost?" James said, disappointed.
"No, you see, they had already scored so many goals that catching the Snitch would not have made a difference in the outcome," Ginny said smiling.
"But, why did the other Seeker catch the Snitch then?" James asked, confused.
"I guess he wanted to end the game his way," Ginny said shrugging.
"Okay," James said, yawning a bit.
"Now it is time for you to sleep, James," Ginny said, tucking James in. It was a couple of minutes later that James was finally fast asleep.
"You know, normally you would read fairy tales to make children sleep," said an amused Harry from the doorway.
"You really miss it, don't you?" Harry asked when they were back in the master bedroom.
"Yeah, but if we keep going like this, then James will be a great Quidditch player," Ginny said wistfully.