A Christmas Carol
A oneshot by Headoverheels4HP
"I believe in Music, like some people believe in fairy tales."
-August Rush
Hogwarts at Christmas was one of the most beautiful sights, one could ever witness.
The castle seemed to hum with life, green garland hung in scallops along the stone walls. Red holly dotted the greenery, and golden lights seemed to light the castle in a constant glow. Large oversized wreaths hung oversized on doors, and walls, and sometimes over sour faced paintings. The grounds seemed to glisten with white frosting, powder fresh and sparkling.
The Great hall was by far the most lavish in the decorating department. Twelve huge trees lined the hall, all glowing with lights, balls, ribbon, and ornaments. Real fairies were enchanted to flit around the trees, glowing and playing with people's hair.
The most gleeful thing about Christmas at Hogwarts was always the magic; the air seemed to shimmer with its presence. It made breathing light and yet distinctly heavy. The magic made the very castle pulse, but this particular year, a certain type of magic seemed to light the castle. It seeped into the stone walls, making everything hazy and everyone seemed to float.
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The music flowed from his fingers as if it was residing in his very being and only now being released from its fleshy prison. His hands curled across the keys, ready to strike and to pluck, to craft the melody that begged to be released.
He was a stunning picture, elegant sitting upon the stool, like he was born to be there…and maybe he was. His skin was milk compared to the shiny black of the piano, he was striking.
His long artistic fingers danced across the ivory, a choreographed dance meant to strike at the soul and sing to the mind.
His body expanded as the melody hit a crescendo and on the way back down he seemed to deflate, swaying.
His song was perfection.
Suspenseful, and lilting,
Whirling easily into rises and quickly diving into the deep downfalls.
Mountains and valleys, hills and dips…the melody and harmony perfectly in sync.
His song was a story of life, love, and of the future.
It was a song of him, and it was his song.
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Her voice was light, the kind of sound that when it gets in your head you never want it to stop. Flowing easily from note to note, rising and falling with envious ease.
It seemed to come from a place so untainted, and so unaffected by darkness that it could never be from earth, and yet here it is. She would stand still, her diaphragm rising with each deep breath, her voice ringing out with unheard of purity.
When she began to sing, people would stop wherever they were just to listen, just to hear, to feel for one moment, peace.
When she began to sing, she was beautiful, glowing like an angel from heaven, golden.
You could almost see the each note in the air, shimmering out of reach, each separate and yet flowing into one piece. Her voice was her light, it was who she was.
Purity, light, love.
Life.
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Together they were opposites.
Hot and Cold.
Yes and no.
Pure, tainted.
Their connecting factor was music, the fact that it was who they were.
Together they were perfection…together their songs fit like the missing pieces of a puzzle.
Opposites that flow together with flawlessness.
Melody and Harmony.
END.