Shudders rack his body. Cold seeps through his clothes, chilling to the bone. Wind whips around the young man's body, as he trudges on. His labored breathing slows to pants as he pauses. A few yards away lays a small wooden cabin. Light shines dimly through the frost covered window. A shadow paces back and forth, hands fluttering through the air. A snort breaks through the air, and a deep chuckle soon follows. He shakes his head. He walked on, the cabin door soon coming into view.
He heard mutterings from the other side. The shadows voice a soothing soprano. A child's voice cut through the air, a young girl's. A smile curved the young man's face as he heard the little girls' laughter.
It faded slightly as he also remembered whose laugh she inherited. A sigh slipped out, as a hand grasped a knob. He paused yet again, hearing another child's voice. A young boys excited chatter. His lips tipped up again as he opened the door. A woman sat a table, the children he had heard on either side of her.
His eyes swept over the scene taking in the young girls long black hair, streaked blonde. The young boys' blonde hair, with black streaks, as messy as his own. Finally resting upon the woman's bushy-brunette head.
All three had looked up when the door opened. The woman's voice broke the silence with a name, Harry.