The 25th of December 1970
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The ornaments on Lily's Christmas tree were made of glass. Severus had never seen anything quite as beautiful, the way they spun and caught the light in the hallway, the way that when Severus reached out and held one, it mirrored his reflection.
His overlarge coat that his mother had found in a back alley on her way home from work, his hooked nose that did not seem to fit on his sunken face, his empty black eyes – all captured within the little ornament.
Lily tapped him on the shoulder, her hair bouncing on the collar of her dress.
She pulled a large round decoration off the tree.
"You can see they whole world reflected in here," she tapped the glass, "Mum says that at Christmas time you have to think about the whole world."
But Severus could only see himself.