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The Solstice Queen
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Severus had participated in many summer solstice celebrations, but this was amongst the oddest.
“Come.”
Stepping forward as summoned, Severus bent his head, receiving the blessing of the solstice queen. “My queen,” he murmured once crowned.
Lily giggled. “All done! Can we have cake now, Daddy?”
Harry smiled. “Yes.”
She squealed and ran for the picnic table they had set up in the back garden, her brothers running after her, their flower crowns askew.
“See?” said Harry, clasping Severus’ hand as they watched. “That wasn’t such a bad ritual, was it?”
“Indeed not,” murmured Severus, recalling Voldemort. “Not at all.”
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