General Author's Note: This story will collectively publish the Christmas stories that I am writing for my friends, since there are so many I thought it best to put them as chapters to one fic. They are all completely different, focused on different characters and are to be viewed seperately rather than a whole. As a general disclaimer I am not J.K Rowling and am not making a profit for the pulication of these stories. So there.

.Silent Night.

Merry Christmas something-like-love

(For all of your support, your friendship and most of all your kindness)

When the snow spiraled onto their roof at Godric's Hollow Ariana felt that she was being saved, that someone was coming to take her away. If she listened carefully every snowflake was the footfall of an angel, the sneaky boot of a house-elf.

Abe sighed, running his hand through his hair, pulling at the corners of his ears in frustration, "But Ari, house elves don't save people, they don't have anything to do with Christmas."

Ariana wanted to form words, words shaped around wondrous fairy-tales, her voice as loud as the commentator at Quidditch matches, her eyes glowing with the drama of the story.

If only she could speak she would charm everyone with the stories in her head. They were all in her head.

No words came, but her hand pointed to the book that Al had bought her and then to the sound of the snow falling on the roof. Her eyes grew wide in anticipation, she had packed her bag, stuffed it full of candy-canes and ginger-bread.

(In her mind angels lived on peppermint and ginger, their breaths smelt like Christmas)

"No Ari." Abe pulled her stuffed bag out of her gloved hands, ignoring her trembling lip, her shaking knees, he leaned towards her, brushing a stray hair out of her eyesight.

"The books are just books, they're for muggles, and they're not real. It's only snow on the roof, and maybe rain."

But Ariana had heard songs floating from the muggle houses, they had sung about flying reindeers and magic elves and about presents at a place called the North Pole.

(when she closed her eyes she could picture it)

Al observed them from the other side of the room.

"Abe you have to let her dream. What else does she have?"

The younger brother turned to face Albus furiously, his eyes wide with emotion.

"What else does she have? She has life Albus! Life! This dreaming, all of these stupid ideas you put in her head, she just can't pretend this is a story."

"Aren't we all in a story?"

Abe fought to maintain his argument, turning back to his sister he found her gone.

She was in the courtyard, the snowflakes melting into her hair, becoming a part of her as if reuniting with an old friend.

Her arms were flung wide, her feet dancing on the icy cobblestones, tapping out the Christmas Carols she had heard, carried on the winter wind.

(If she opened her eyes she was with the other children, laughing and dancing)

The sky was filled with mistletoe.

The snow was the sound of someone coming to save her.

It was a Silent Night (no words could escape those peached lips).

Both of her brothers reached her at the same time, their arms wrapped around her frail form, their heads buried into her neck, she felt their hot tears and wished it was chocolate.

(She loved chocolate)

"Please Ari, not tonight, not on Christmas."

Abe dropped to his knees on the frozen ground. Ariana stopped her frenzied dance, her arms falling to her side.

Through the falling snow she couldn't see her brother but a figment of her imagination.

"Elf?"

She ran towards him, embracing not reality but a dream.

No one was coming to save her.