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Lyrics from "Silent Night", written by Josef Mohr.
Author's Note: A sequel, of sorts, to Summer Visitors, but it
is not necessary to have read that fic to understand this one.
Many thanks to TQ my sister and my mother, the other JK in my life, for
helping me with this, and as always, hugs to TQ for her lovely beta reading.
Thanks to Elanor for the fastest beta reading in the west.
Dedicated to the wonderful people at Gryffindor Tower for the inspiration
and the Christmas cheer. Merry Christmas.
A Very Muggle Christmas
Ginny Weasley sighed, breathing a cloud of misty air onto the window in
front of her bed. It was Christmas time and for once, she had come home for the
holidays. To stay at Hogwarts would have made her rather lonely; several of her
best friends, along with her boyfriend (none other than the famous Harry
Potter), had finished their careers at Hogwarts at the end of the last school
year. So, when it was said that all of her brothers would return for Christmas,
Ginny had quickly agreed to come home, despite the fact that she quite liked
Colin Creevey. After all, she reflected, there's a limit to how much
time you can spend with someone who's probably only gaping at you with such
interest because you're Harry Potter's girlfriend.
But the holidays had not worked out as Ginny had hoped. Charlie had been
injured by a rampaging dragon, and was unable to travel. Bill was held up by
complications at work; the goblins would not let him leave Egypt until the
difficulties with a recently discovered tomb were sorted out and the curses
broken. Percy was home, being more pompous than ever after a recent promotion.
Fred and George were rather busy locked up in strange corners of the house,
working, no doubt, on tricks for their joke shop.
The only really redeeming part of the holidays was the opportunity to spend
time with Ron. But even that was not as sweet as it might have been, for being
with him made her think of his best friend Harry, whom she missed dreadfully.
It was lonely at school without him, and he hadn't stopped by the Burrow at all
during the holidays. Besides, Ron had plenty of things of his own to do, and
couldn't spend his entire holidays lounging around with his sister.
Not that Ginny could blame Harry. He was a working man now, and very busy
with his new job, but she would have thought he could take just a moment out of
his life to wish his girlfriend a merry Christmas, and in doing so make a
contribution to it actually being one.
But that was obviously not to be. Ginny wiped the arm of her sweater across
the window, creating a clear patch in the fog that clung there long after her
warm breath had vanished. Out in the back yard, Fred, George, and Ron were
having a snowball fight. She watched them, envious that they were enjoying the
She really should have been having a fantastic time. Normally she loved
helping her mother with Christmas preparations, and the sight of the Christmas
tree brought a warm feeling of contentment to her, spreading from her stomach
over her entire body.
Oh, she had been having fun, but she felt that she was lacking in true
companionship. It was at times like this that Ginny always felt the saddest
that she was the only girl in such a large family. Her brothers were wonderful,
but she would have loved a girl around her own age to talk to. Hermione
Granger, Ron's girlfriend, had stopped by a few times, but Ginny hadn't had
much of a chance to speak with her, as Ron had claimed her for himself and
refused to leave her side. Once again, she couldn't place any blame on Ron's
shoulders. Hermione was, after all, his girlfriend, and Ginny suspected if it
had been Harry that she might have done the same.
Ginny rolled over in her bed, sighing again, and stared at the ceiling. Her
shabby room was painted a beautiful shade of green, one of her favourite
colours, but even that brought her no pleasure, for it just reminded her of the
enchanting hue of Harry's eyes.
She dragged herself off her bed and over to the mirror, where she absently
fixed her hair, which had begun to come out of its long braid due to being
rubbed on the pillow. Then she wandered down the stairs, deciding that
Christmas Eve wasn't really a time for moping.
"Ah, Ginny!" Her mother greeted her warmly at the bottom of the
stairs. "I was just looking for you! There's someone here who desperately
wants your company." She gave a small laugh at the expression on her
daughter's face and hurried off towards the kitchen.
Trying to ignore the funny way in which her heart fluttered and quickened
its pace at her mother's words, and straining desperately not to raise her
hopes too much, Ginny hurried towards the door, fixing the edges of her sweater
and brushing a stray wisp of hair which had escaped her fussing in the mirror
out of her eyes.
Her breath caught in her throat, causing her to cough rather embarrassingly.
She hurried into the front hall, where Harry stood. He was red cheeked, flushed
from the cold, and in the process of shaking snow off his heavy winter jacket.
"Harry!" she breathed, flinging her arms around him. He smiled and
returned the favour, wrapping her in an embrace. After a few moments, they
pulled away, and Harry laughed.
"I've got you all wet, Gin," he said, his eyes sparkling as he
brushed some flecks of snow from the front of her sweater. She smiled shyly in
return. "Grab your winter things, I'm taking you out for the day."
"But," Ginny's eyes strayed towards the kitchen, from which a
mixture of mouth-watering smells was beginning to emerge. "Christmas Eve
is a family day, and we're all supposed to stay around and help get ready
"I talked to your mother, and she says it's fine as I haven't seen you
in so long."
Ginny's face broke into a grin.
"Hold on a moment then, Harry. I've got something for you." She
hurried back up to her room, quickly threw on her warmest winter clothes, and
snatched up the soft parcel wrapped in festive paper of red and gold that lay
on her desk. She raced back down to where Harry waited, pausing a moment to
catch her breath before extending the parcel to him. As he unwrapped the soft
green scarf that she had knitted, a grin swept across his features. He switched
the scarf for the one he was wearing in an instant, and Ginny had to admit to
herself that it looked fantastic with his green eyes. "Thank you. It's
perfect," he said, wrapping his arms around her. He then offered her a
small box beautifully decorated with golden ribbon. As Harry now lived with his
godfather Sirius and his wife, Ginny had a suspicion that perhaps Mrs Black had
helped him with the decorating.
Inside lay a shining golden bracelet, the metal twisted and worked into
beautiful patterns. Harry gently fastened the clasp around her wrist, and she
flung her arms around his neck.
"It's gorgeous, Harry!" He gave a shy smile.
"Come on. I've got a great day planned for us."
He led her out the door to where his pale blue Volkswagen beetle was parked.
He had bought it new earlier in the year and repainted it the colour of the
summer sky at midday. He walked around to the passenger side and opened the
door for Ginny. A grin plastered goofily across her face, she slid into her
seat and waited while he slipped into the driver's seat and turned the keys in
They sat silently for a while, just enjoying each other's company, then
"Dare I ask, Mr Potter, exactly what we're doing?"
"Well," Harry replied, smiling shyly, "I thought since you've
grown up hearing so much about Muggles that I'd show you some of the things
I've learned since I left home last year. We're going to do Christmas Eve the
* * *
Harry drew up beside a small hill covered in newly fallen snow. He and Ginny
got out of the car as soft flakes began to swirl gently from the air. Laughing,
Ginny stretched out her tongue and caught one. It melted in an instant, making
her giggle even more.
"Come on." Harry had pulled an unfamiliar object from the backseat
while Ginny was caught in the wonder of the snow. She eyed it dubiously.
"Harry, what exactly is that?"
"It's a toboggan. Sit down here." He led her to the top of the
hill, where he placed the toboggan, then showed her where to sit. He took a
place in front of her, grabbing onto a rope at the front of the toboggan, which
Ginny assumed must be used to steer the thing. "And now, wrap your arms
around my waist." She did so gladly, burying her face in his scarf.
"I'll push off. Hold on!"
Ginny squealed as, with a slight jerk, the toboggan shot off and began
careening down the hill.
"Harry!" she shrieked as they narrowly missed a rock. His reply
was lost in the wind rushing past her ears, but one thing was for certain. She
was holding onto his waist very tight.
As the toboggan slowed and finally ended its wild rush at the bottom of the
hill, Ginny was torn between laughter and scolding.
"That was ..." She was shaking her head, but the rush of the wind
on her cheeks and the feeling of speeding down the hill had infected her.
"Can we do it again?" Harry grinned.
"This time, I'll steer better. I'm not used to doing it with two
Ginny hugged him and helped him haul the toboggan back up the hill for
* * *
By early afternoon they were both beginning to shiver a little, as well as
being quite sick of traipsing up the hill dragging the (seemingly ever heavier)
toboggan after them. But Ginny had a wide grin on her face and could feel the
flush on her cheeks from the wind. She was ready for whatever Harry was going
to present her with next.
Shaking the snow off their garments, they got back in the car, and Harry
drove her to a town not far away. There were many other cars on the road, and
Ginny was more than a bit nervous that one of them would smash into her and
Harry, but none of them did.
Harry stopped in front of a Muggle "fast-food" (as he called it)
shop, and the two of them headed into the warmth of the building, to be greeted
by a flurry of activity. Everywhere, Muggles were walking with trays, standing
in line, or sitting and chewing while they raved about what they were doing for
Harry joined the line, and told Ginny to save a seat. She did so, and
several minutes later he rejoined her, carrying a tray with two burgers, chips,
and drinks on it.
Ginny didn't really notice what she was eating. She was too busy gazing all
around her at the Christmas decorations and the Muggles. She gaped at things
which would be perfectly ordinary to Muggles. The machine with which staff
dispensed drinks behind the counter particularly fascinated her.
When they had finished eating, they returned to the car and Harry drove her
to a nondescript part of town and stopped in front of a building which sat like
a huge concrete box by the roadside.
The two of them stepped out of the car, and Harry led the way. He handed
over some Muggle money to a man at the door, who handed them each a ticket.
Then they walked along a short corridor and came out into a totally different
place to what Ginny had expected.
In the centre of the room was a huge circle of ice surrounded by walls.
Muggles were gliding in circles around the middle of it, with some clutching
desperately at the walls and pulling themselves around. Still others watched
from outside the ice, smiling as they watched friends and family. As Ginny
looked on, a Muggle teenager lost control and collapsed onto the ice, letting
out a yelp of pain but dragging herself immediately back to her feet.
Harry tugged gently on her arm and took his ticket to a counter, telling the
lady behind it his shoe size. Ginny followed suit, and was presented with a
pair of ice skates. Harry had to go back and get a different pair, but Ginny's
fitted snugly around her feet.
Harry led her out to the ice, letting her go first. Stepping onto it was a
frightening experience. Suddenly her feet were slipping wildly, beyond her
control. She grabbed immediately on to the wall as she almost fell. She
struggled to take a few simple steps, then Harry glided up to her. He offered a
hand; she looked at him as though he was crazy.
"It's the best way to learn. Go around with someone who knows what
they're doing. How do you think Mrs Sirius taught me?" His eyes were
twinkling with laughter.
Ginny gave a shy grin at Harry's joke, shut her eyes, and offered her
boyfriend her hand. He gently pulled her along. She stumbled and fell, dragging
him down with her, but they were both laughing all the way from upright to
sprawled on the ice. They giggled on the ice for a moment staring into each
other's eyes, then Harry pulled them both back to their feet and they started
again, somewhat slower this time. Harry watched Ginny move, offering helpful
"Point your feet out a little bit. No, don't roll your ankles. That's
Once she got over the immediate feeling of panic that had overwhelmed her,
she found it a thrilling experience. After one lap, Harry took her around
again, until she began to get the vague idea of how to balance properly. He let
her try on her own, and she promptly
fell over once more, grinning even as she rubbed her bottom where she had
hit the ice. After about an hour, she had developed enough confidence to do a
lap on her own with Harry gliding along beside her, watching protectively. He
clapped as she raised her hands above her head in triumph after she slid past
the gate which marked one lap. She had finally learned how to co-ordinate both
balancing and moving her feet to propel herself.
After several small falls and a lot of giggling from both her and Harry, she
managed a lap around the middle of the rink with no reassuring wall, Harry
skating slowly along just behind her. Her hair was beginning to fall out of its
braid yet again and fall in gentle wisps around her face, but she didn't really
After a few hours, they handed their skates in and ate at the facility
provided, sitting in chairs while watching the other skaters. Ginny was pleased
to see that the Muggle girl who had fallen when they arrived was now, if rather
shakily, skating around the middle of the rink.
She was surprised how hungry she had become. She hadn't noticed the amount
of energy skating had taken out of her before, but now she had, she was eating
ravenously. She wasn't ashamed to, for Harry was eating just as much, and, in
between mouthfuls, she noticed him occasionally stealing a glance at her.
When they had finished their meal, they traipsed outside. Ginny was
surprised to notice that it was dark.
"Where to now, fair prince?"
Harry laughed at that as they got back into the car.
"We're going Christmas light spotting." Ginny paused for a moment,
uncertain, but Harry gave her a knowing look, and winked. "You'll
And she did. Harry was driving her through some of the residential streets,
looking for houses which had been festooned with Christmas decorations,
particularly flashing lights in a myriad of colours. There were nativity
scenes, Father Christmases, angels, reindeer, and even snowmen in some of the
They spent a happy hour driving through the town, gazing at the lights, then
pulled up outside a large square, in which a gigantic tree towered far above
their heads, absolutely covered in golden, glinting tinsel and glass icicles,
shimmering with the sparkling colours of thousands of tiny rainbow lights.
Harry and Ginny walked to a bench at the edge of the square and sat, staring
in rapture at the tree, while nearby, a choir struck up the opening notes of a
Muggle Christmas carol, which Harry slowly began singing along to.
"Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon
Virgin, mother and child. Holy infant, so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly
peace. Sleep in heavenly peace."
Then the voices began the song again, and this time one rose above the
others, singing in another language.
"The song was written in that language," Harry whispered, as Ginny
listened to the strange syllables working their way around her ears. She leaned
in close to Harry, wrapped an arm around him and closed her eyes. Once this
moment was over, she would have to return to the bustle of festivities and last
minute wrapping that was Christmas Eve at the Burrow, and Harry would have to
go back to his no doubt hectic home, where a baby would soon be seeing his
first Christmas with his parents and good-as-brother. But for now, everything
was perfect on that not quite silent, but very holy, night.
* * *