The Night Before Christmas: A Visit from Lord Voldemort
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through number twelve,
Not a Kreacher was stirring, not a single house-elf.
The Protego charms were set with care,
In hopes that the Dark Lord would not appear there.
The Order was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Snatchers fought in their heads.
And Molly in her green robes, and Arthur with his ducks,
Had just settled down, the kids quietly tucked.
When out in the street there arose such a dark mist,
Harry sprang from the bed to see what was amiss.
Away to the window, like the bolt on his head,
Tore open the shutters and quickly felt dread.
The full moon in the sky, bright with sickly glow,
Gave an eerie shadow to the objects below.
When what should appear to Harry’s worried peepers,
But a Dark Mark in the sky and eight horrid Death Eaters.
With a feeling of darkness, like poison without bezoars,
He knew in a moment there must be Dementors.
More rapid than werewolves his followers they came,
And they hooted, and hollered, and called out their names:
“Here’s Bellatrix! Here’s Crabbe! Here’s Draco and Lucius!
Come, Wormtail! Come, Yaxley! Come, Greyback and Severus!
Let’s go; the Aurors must be stalled!
Let’s get this Potter, once and for all!”
As quickly as Harry pulled out his wand,
They Disapparated out of vision, completely gone.
When they popped into view, even closer they drew,
Not only the Death Eaters, but Voldemort too.
And then, in suspense, Harry heard in the hall
The slither and hissing of the Dark Lord’s thrall.
As he peeked out the door, and Nagini stood still,
Out of the chimney Voldemort came, giving Harry chills.
He was dressed in all black, from his cloak to his toes,
And his features all so visible, minus his nose.
A yew wand he had gripped in his cold-blooded mitt,
And he looked like a snake with venomous spit.
His hair – nonexistent! His eyes – bright vermillion!
His hands were like spiders! His nose was reptilian!
His thin little mouth was smirking with a boast,
And the skin on his face was as white as a ghost.
The flash of a wand Harry saw in his hand,
And the spark came straight toward him, just as Voldemort planned.
All of a sudden came the house-elf named Dobby,
Who was tiny but brave, with eyes the color of wasabi.
He was 3 feet tall, a kind and righteous old elf,
And Harry gasped with surprise, in spite of himself.
A wink of his eye and a snap of his finger,
Harry grabbed Dobby’s hand and heard a loud crack linger.
He spoke not a word, but Harry did know
That Dobby had saved him from a deathly throe,
And smiling a grin as big as his heart,
He said, “From Dobby’s life, Harry Potter will never part.”
He sprang to his feet, to Harry gave a nod and a nudge,
And away he Disapparated, gone faster than a batch of treacle fudge.
But then Harry awoke, realizing it was all a dream.
“I’m so glad this Christmas wasn’t all that it seemed!”
We hope you only have the best Potter sugarplum dreams this Christmas Eve! Happy Christmas from the MuggleNet family!
