Simply Magical
Innocence
In the style of James and Dorea Potter
"Mummy!" a cry came from near the Potter mansion and Dorea sighed, before placing her shovel on the muddy ground, standing and brushing down her robes.
As if on cue, her son flew out from behind a holly bush. The airborne toy was shaking with the pressure of soaring above the two-foot over floor range and James laughed - so carefree – as if the simple pleasure of flying was something of a dreamlike quality, instead of something he did daily.
Dorea held out her arms, and James bundled into her, abandoning his child's-broom for his mother's strong arms.
"I love you, mummy," James whispered quietly, burying his face in her dark hair. Dorea hugged her son close to her chest, feeling his heart beat softly and quickly and closing her eyes to seal the moment.
"I love you too, James," she promised, pressing her lips to his forehead. "So very much."