Christmas Eve festivities had begun in full swing. All morning, the two Ravenclaws had done nothing but wrap last-minute gifts and drink 'Harmonic Water' for their afternoon performance. Just as Niamh drank water to soothe her Muggle-throat in high school choir, Harmonic Water was a special potion, especially for singers. Infused with healing herbs and minerals, and finished with a special incantation for optimum voices.
Niamh was more than happy to brew a batch for all four sections. Needless to say, it was a big hit.
Adorned in classic winter cloaks and wizard top-hats or elaborate twists and weaves, periwinkle or shiny midnight blue, violet, pine-green, or crimson gowns, they found themselves caroling chord after chord in the Great Hall.
The last of the carols ended. There was a small audience of those who chose to stay back, half of them the staff. But a standing ovation nevertheless. Severus sat straight in the rear, he wasn't one for front-row seating. As Flitwick announced the meaning of their final, and last piece, Niamh gazed at him. A small smile glowed on her lips; he looked so handsome on such an eve.
Hagrid's wonderful, towering Christmas tree trimmed with peppermint candles and magical tinsel reflected in Severus's beautiful black eyes. Severus sat right next to the mass pine, his straight hair feathered at the bottom as if Christmas had done something to him. His cloak, rich and heavy, more polished than usual. His buttons running a neat line up to his neck, proper and courtly.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione shared a table with Hagrid, occasionally stroking Fang's ears as they watched. They would celebrate Christmas at the Burrow today through the remainder of the holidays, and so they took in as much of the Hogwarts Christmas spirit as they had years ago.
As Niamh and Luna entered with their sopranos in angelic harmony, a glisten sparkled in Hermione's eyes.
This song wasn't the most popular of Christmas songs.
"Let there be peace in magic . . ."
But its melody was nostalgic to the Muggles. As of recently, wizards and witches have cast their own beacons of light in the darkening times. "A pureblood, but Muggle-loving composer," Flitwick had shared moments ago, and his eyes darted to Ron with soft eyes. "Had transcribed Vince Gill's Let There Be Peace on Earth as a literal representation of what we fight for every day.
"Unfortunately, fate forced him to flee with his family as the Death Eaters had destroyed all his recording instruments as they sought him for said 'treason' against the Wizarding World. We hear word he protects his family at all costs, making do with what he can in these times. And so, I invite you to truly appreciate the courage of these words, of melodies Muggles are so peacefully capable of creating."
". . . And let it begin with me
Let there be peace in magic
The purest magic meant to be"
Luna squeezed Niamh's palm as they took a breath in unison. Frog'appella often did that, to enable not only smooth transition and entrances in verses, but to truly become a choral family as one.
Oh, how she missed that connectedness of high school choir. The Wizarding World truly isn't so different in certain acts.
". . . With Muggles as our neighbor
Brothers all are we
Let me walk with my brother
In perfect harmony
"Let peace begin with me
Let Muggles in our hearts right now.
"With ev'ry spell I break
Let this be my unbreakable vow
To love each Muggle and live
such love in peace eternally
Let there be peace in magic
And let it begin with me."
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