A/N: I'm trying, I swear I am. I should be on chapter 25 today, I'll try to update at least two more times today. Anyways, hope you are still enjoying this collection of one-shots so far.
Chapter 22
The little boy's idea of heaven was this - in his Puddlemere United jersey, on the Quidditch field stands, watching the game with his dad by his side and some hot chocolate in his hands.
"Daddy, can I be a Quidditch player when I grow up?"
His dad looked down at him. "You can be whatever you want in life, son, if you work hard and dedicate yourself."
The little boy, appeased by the answer, smiled and turned his attention back to the game.
As they left the crowd, Harry looking for a quiet place to apparate from, James went back to his questions.
"Daddy, can I be a Seeker at Hogwarts like you?"
"It's not like that, James, in Hogwarts you tryout for a position but you need to figure out which position you are best at. Maybe you'll be a Chaser, like Grandfather James, or a Keeper, like uncle Ron is for the Cannons."
"So I can practice with you? Can we do that when we get home?"
"Let's wait until you're a bit older, okay, buddy? I promised Mommy I wouldn't give you your own broom until you were 8 years old..."
The boy pouted, his eyes filling with tears. "But Daddy! I'm only six! That's," he counted on his fingers, showing him two strectched ones when he was done, "these many birthdays away!"
"Tell you what, if you behave now, I'll take you on the broom to the Burrow, so you can ask uncle Ron how his game went, yes?"
"Yes!"