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| Current location: | freezing in Northern California |
| Current mood: |  contemplative |
| Entry tags: | challenge 36: holiday |
snarry100 Challenge 36: Holidays ~ Gasped
Original poster: lilyeyes
Title: Gasped
Rating: G
Author: lilyeyes
Word Count:100x3
Warnings: MPreg
Challenge: #36: Holiday/Yule
Disclaimer: Not mine – just playing with them
Another in the Breathe series
For rakina, thank you for all your help! Happy Christmas!
Banish the Dark
Embrace the Light
Honor the Dead
Celebrate the births
Welcome back the sun
Severus intoned the ancient Solstice blessing taught by his mother. His son watched with wide eyes, strapped to Fred’s chest while they stood in a circle. A red candle decorated with holly flickered in the dark as Severus felt the Earth magic flow, accepting their offering of apples and wassailing.
A swirling tendril brushed Harry, ruffling his hair and simple robe. Severus gasped as a mistletoe berry blew into his husband’s hair, gripping his hand to stop Harry from removing it.
They’d been blessed.
Harry felt the magic wash through him, warm and welcoming, smiling as Sevvy’s hair stirred as well before it vanished. Severus seemed dazed for a moment, then handed each a lit candle to tend for the night. Sevvy kicked in his carrier; Fred carefully kept it out of reach.
The tree candles and fireplace flared, filling the sitting room with golden light. Severus drew him close, kissing him with a tenderness that made Harry gasp. The berry, reverently removed, was carefully placed in the holly surrounding the Yule candle.
“You are favored by the Earth Mother,” Severus told him, awed.
Sevvy liked the candles and the funny warm wind. His eyes kept straying to the brightly colored T-O-Y Papa said he could have when they were finished. Papa was kissing Daddy, again, but Uncle George was standing in front of the tree.
“Dabasimadenapapa” ~Please move so I can get my present.~
Uncle George didn’t move and Sevvy glared. He wanted his T-O-Y! Sevvy waved his hands in frustration.
Then, Uncle George was standing on the ceiling; the present was in his hands, as Daddy and Papa gasped.
“Blessed my arse,” Daddy muttered.
“Severus James Potter-Snape!” His father roared.
Huh oh
Sources: http://www.candlegrove.com/solstice.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yule