Celebrate the People
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and the Queen owns herself. ;)
AN: Because she deserves to be celebrated. Happy Diamond Jubilee, your Majesty!
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"But Dad! She's a Muggle Queen! We don't vote for the Muggle Prime Minister, so why do we have to celebrate the Muggle Queen?"
Harry Potter rolled his eyes, and dropped to his knees, looking his six year old son James in the eyes. "Have you ever felt as though you have no power, but at the same time everybody looks to you for the next move?"
James bit his lip, and scrunched his nose up, before shaking his head slowly. "No..."
"Queen Elizabeth has spent her life devoted to this country, to her people, to the Commonwealth. She inspires people, and gives them rewards for kindness, and love, and every good deed that has helped others. She is entirely selfless, and rewards people who are just like her. And yet - she has no political power. She has no ulterior motives or campaign. She has worked tirelessly for sixty years being our Queen, because she is the Queen of England, and rules over us all. Muggle or not, she is an extraordinary woman; it's only right that we celebrate that."
Harry Potter then took his son's hand, and began dragging him towards the River Thames again, hoping to catch sight of his wife and his other two children, but failed so far. While doing so, he bumped into a young woman.
As the woman began to fall, Harry caught her with his one free hand, pulled her to her feet, and began apologizing profusely to the woman, helping her pick up all her shopping items that she'd dropped, and offering her some muggle money to pay for the overall cost.
James Potter watched all of this, and a small smile graced his small elfin features. His dad was a lot like the Muggle Queen, if she was all that he said she was.
She did deserve to be celebrated.