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James watched curiously as his uncle started pushing the sled so that it got enough momentum going downhill.
Rose was squealing in delight, holding onto the sled for dear life as she followed the predestined trail already laid out in the snow.
He wanted to join in the fun, but he had never done anything like that before. It never had seemed like something fun.
Take into account that James is only four, and never really wanted to play in the snow.
Harry looked on as Ron pushed his niece down the coasting hill, grinning in excitement.
"You want to go down, James?" Harry asked, watching his son's interested face.
A little head bobbed up and down.
Harry chuckled, suddenly lifting James to his shoulders and walking toward the coasting hill.
As James went whizzing downhill, he thought that this was the best winter he had ever had…
A/N: okay, just to clarify things, this is the year that James is four, the chapter before he was five. This isn't going to be in any particular order, and I need another idea to continue it… review?
Serindraxx