A.N. Got 500 words exactly! I had to cut off a ton...so it may be choppy. :P

For the contest in the Daily Prophet. Owling with my snowy owl Henry!

Position, Round, and Season: Chaser 3, Finals Round 2, Season 2.

Prompts: snow, summer, sparing

Harry sighed as he put down his daughter's letter to him from school onto the dining room table. Ginny looked up from a book she was reading.

"What is it, Harry?"

"James has been doing it again."

"James will always be James."

"Ginny, he's in his sixth year!" Harry exclaimed. "He really needs to start thinking about his future."

"I know, Harry." Ginny said. "James knows, too. You know his dreams."

Harry did, but her words were not a comfort. James was a troublemaker, spending his time on pranks rather than school. Harry knew James was intelligent, but his schoolwork suffered. If James provided the attention needed for his schoolwork, perhaps the essays would not be handed in half-finished.

"I'm afraid he won't make it into the auror program, Gin." Harry sighed. "Not with the way he's acting. He has got no organization, and spends more time goofing off than working."

She stood up, saying in a joking manner,

"Maybe he just needs a Lily Evans."

Ginny squeezed his shoulder in a reassuring way as she passed into the next room, saying,

"Going to start dinner!"

Harry mumbled an "okay", before staring at his daughter's letter. Harry had discussed with Ginny how much their son, James, was like Harry's father, the other James. They both loved goofing off, and just generally being mischievous.

Next Harry thought about how only Lily and Albus were sending home letters. Perhaps James thought that they were writing him everything that needed to be said. It could be the independence James may have wanted to feel by not writing home. Harry did not know quite what to think of that picture.

With this thought in mind, Harry decided James and himself would meet upon the next Hogsmeade trip, which would be nicer than through writing.

Harry sat at the table in the Three Broomsticks, awaiting his son. The snow had left a cold air about, that made him wish it were summer again. Harry only hoped this meeting would go well.

"Hey dad."

James sat down across from him. He took off his cloak, and set it behind the chair before sitting down.

"So, why did you want to meet?"

"I just wanted to see how my son was doing." Harry shrugged, smiling.

"Well," James said gruffly. "My grades are fine, if that's what this is about."

"Nevermind them, what else is happening in your life?"

James shifted, uncomfortably. "Nothing, much."

Harry raised an eyebrow at his son. Then he realized James was looking past him, and over his shoulder. Harry turned his head, and spotted girl by the bar laughing with some friends.

"Dad!" James groaned. "Don't look! She'll see!"

Harry laughed, sparing his son embarrassment, and faced him. A blush painted his cheeks. Harry thought it was a rare sight.

"What's her name?"

"Evelyn Wood." James muttered.

"What's she like?"

"She's different from me. Reads books. Likes Quidditch, though. I really like her."

Harry nodded, perhaps he didn't need to worry after all.

A.N. Hope you enjoyed it well enough!

Cheers!

P.S. This may or may not be an upcoming Oc for a probable Multi-fic..