**...Winter Wonderland...**

A young woman skimmed her slender finger over a glassy pool of silver liquid that shimmered. It was stunning and plain but very eye-catching. The glossy substances dribbled down her finger and dropped into the pool and rippled the edges. Her face came into focus once again. Her buoyant curls cascading over her round delicate face, her eyes staring intently into it. They sparked and she leaned closer. The body of water was actually like a seeing-eye-mirror where you can see something going on anywhere. An out-of-focus image of a white wonderland was thrown out before her and she felt soothed and calm at the lakeside. She watched a teenage boy scurry through the snow as he tumbled around with his two friends.

His green eyes lit up with excitement as they threw snowballs at each other. One bumped off his thin-wired spectacles and he looked startled for a second. Then his lips curled up into a suggestive smirk and he tackled his girl companion into the fresh, crunchy snow. They tumbled away before coming to an abrupt halt. Her smile was kind and a hue of crimson dappled her cheeks. She seemed to not mind be seized. They both lay there in an amorous silence before the boy's eyes sparkled with an uncanny mischief. The lass furrowed her eyebrows skeptically and wagered a finger at him playfully.

They older women viewed this on the other side and lightheartedly slapped at the water, pleased. 'Just like his father...' Her own bright dazzling jade irises sparkled, much like the boy's.

And back to the to in the silent winter afternoon the young man started to tickle the girl mercilessly. She screeched with laughter and started to flay her arms and tears of glee slid down her round cheeks. She tried relentlessly to shove him off but he was conquering. He started to chuckle silently to himself and she took that advantage to tickle him. He hollered with merriment and all of a sudden, from the corner of the glossy lake an image of a fiery red-head lurched forward and tackled them both with an 'oomph'.

After an inaudible silence they started to laugh in a fit of hysterics. The green-eyed boy tousled his messy raven hair; a lightning bolt shaped scar showing. He picked up his glasses and wiped them off. He actually looked quit handsome with out them and the older women saw the girl he had tackled blush even more.

Before long a strong arm encircled the older women's slim waist tenderly and she smiled to herself. The man had a startling resemblance to the boy except for the eyes. She placed her hand on the man's soft cheek and caressed it. She could feel him smile into her shoulder and look over her and gaze into the water.

He cackled happily and played with a curl of her hair. If you looked at the couple by the lake and the raven-haired lad with his friend they almost look like the exact couple but the ones the older couple were observing were younger.

The teenage charcoal haired boy rubbed his knitted mittens together vigorously to create warmth. The friction paid off and he huddled in his red and yellow scarf. His breath came out in misty puffs that clung to the air. The girl jogged over, her own curly hair bouncing about her face, beamed at him. Her round, dimpled cheeks light up and he couldn't help but stare at her. But he averted his attention as a freckled face boy came over and slugged him lightly in the shoulder, "Bloody hell Harry; I haven't even had that much fun with my brothers!" His snuffed and brushed away his short red hair. It used to be an carroty color but darkened as he grew up. He was taller now, but still had a lanky feature to him.

Harry ginned from ear to ear and put an arm around both of his friends while the stepped off the white snow to an enormous gray-stoned castle that loomed in the distance. It was like a sugar castle all draped in white that glistened like crystal. He was also taller now, an inch or so shorter then the boy next to him. And a little muscular from Quidditch playing. "You are the ones that make it fun Ron! I can't do everything." He slipped his hands off each of their shoulders and looked at the even shorter girl at his side, "and it couldn't have been fun with out you either....'Moine."

Hermoine shivered with delight at the simple nickname he gave her. It made her feel warm inside knowing that it was nickname from him. No one else could take it like he was hers. How she indulged it all. 'He's your friend though' she scolded herself and just nodded at him, pasting on a weary smile. Her highlighted curls hung loosely over her face, not frizzy any more. Her eyes seamed to glow and her slender body was very attractive. Much to Harry's amusement. They all were in 6th year now at Hogwarts.

The older couple seemed to grace them as they enjoyed the scene. The women turned to the gentleman and searched his eyes, "Those two look so much like us in our younger years. It just brings tears to my eyes to see him actually happy. She brings him something no one else could." She nestled into his chest and sighed.

He stroked her hair and set his head on hers, "They are...You know Lily, I have a marvelous idea."

She popped her head up and looked at him with a crooked smile playing at her lips, "Oh no" she said blankly running a finger up his nose, "the old James Potter charm working its way again?"

He chuckled and sat up, holding his hand out for her wife.

She greatly took it and she was yanked up and held to his chest in a tight hug.

"Sense those two are madly in love but to stubborn to admit it lets have some fun shall we darling?"

o.O; WHAT!!?? Stop starring at me like that! . It just came to mind as I was sleeping and I had to put it on here so nah nah! R&R and tell me if I should go on or not.