A Hogwarts Christmas Eve
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all throughout Hogwarts
Not a wizard was stirring, not even Draco's cohorts.
Peeves threw snow at the portraits without care,
In hopes that Nearly Headless Nick would be there.
The students were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Chocolate Frogs danced in their heads'
And Minerva in her gown, and Dumbledore in his slippers
Had just settled down to the sound of mermaid's flippers.
When out on the grounds there arose such a clatter,
Albus sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the lake he apparated in a flash,
Lit up his wand and looked round in a dash.
The full moon's glare on the new-fallen snow,
Gave a hazed, eerie light to the Black Lake below.
When, what to Albus' eyes should appear,
But the werewolf, Greyback, wearing a sickening sneer.
With a twitch of the sorting hat, and Gryffindor's sword,
Instantly he knew it must be the Dark Lord.
More rapid than thestrals his Death Eaters came,
As he screamed and shouted and called them by name.
"Now Carrow! Now Dolohov! Now Goyle and Avery!
On Lestrange! On Crabbe! On Malfoy and Yaxley!
To the top of the castle, to the top of the tower!
I'll Avada Kedavra my way into power!"
But Dumbledore, as quick as a phoenix will fly,
Appeared on the rooftop in the blink of an eye.
And the Death Eaters, unaware, took their broomsticks and flew
High over the castle with Voldemort too.
And then in a flurry, house elves climbed on the roof
Joining the professor with each tiny poof.
As he flicked out his wand, and was turning around,
Down from the sky Tom Riddle came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black from his head to his feet,
His robe was soaked through from the dampening sleet.
A green-glowing orb came forth from his wand
But fell into limbo just as it had Harry's bond.
His eyes how they raged! His lips how they screamed!
His veins began popping! His nose had been dreamed!
Tom's confused, pale mouth was drawn up in contempt
As he could not magic in his failed attempt.
For it was Christmas Eve and though Tom may doubt
Father Christmas was indeed still up and about.
Santa Claus his holiday magic aglow,
Took out his own wand and hit Riddle with the blow!
Then Father Christmas, a right jolly old fellow,
Shook Albus' hand and guffawed with a bellow!
With a wink of an eye and a twist of his wrist,
The two older men cleared all remaining mist.
So they spoke not a word and went straight to work
Filling all of the trunks near the beds with a smirk.
And laying upon the floor a fine cloak with care
Albus smiled down at Harry's unruly hair.
Father Christmas gave a quiet nod to his friend,
And Dumbledore gave to him Fawkes for a lend.
Yet one thing he said as he grabbed hold in flight
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"