In the Candle-Light
"Lily! C'mon, it's time!"
"Where's Harry?"
"He's here, and before he burns himself and the house down, you need to come down as well!"
Lily check her reflection in the mirror one last time. It was a lovely Monday evening and it was time to light the Hanukkah candles for the first night. They were later going to eat at a restaurant; Harry, not even four months old, would hopefully be well behaved for the evening; they had already gone present-shopping, but he wouldn't get his present if he wasn't.
Hurrying downstairs, Harry was already trying to paw the only lit candle from his position in James' arms. "Hey, love," she said, kissing James on the cheek. "Ready?"
"Shall you or shall I?" he asked, holding Harry back.
"I shall," she said.
These moments were special for her. They were amidst one of the darkest wars, a hopeless war, and yet, they had found love, and happiness, and light. And she believed they could win.
Wasn't that what Hanukkah was about?
"Baruch ata Adonai..."
The familiar words rolled off her tongue. She lit the first candle, the only candle currently standing in the Hanukkia, and then put the candle she was using in its proper place, finishing the rest of the Brachot.
It was a good night. She looked at the light being reflected in the window, and thought of all the people passing by this very house in the next hour or so and not seeing it. Momentarily, she was saddened by this fact; the point of putting the light near the window was to spread hope, and love, and light.
This entire war was about hope, and love, and light. This was why they were wearing disguises, though minimal. This is why the passersby could not see her house, her window, her light.
But they would. One day, they would.
And then they, both of them with Harry clapping, started singing, and that was what it was really about.
A/N: Happy Hanukkah, everyone!
JustGail