AN- As a spur of the moment thing about five minutes ago, I decided that I was going to give the readers a bit of holiday spirit, Harry Potter Style, of course. I felt that it being two days until Christmas, I'd enjoy fixing these popular holiday tunes to fit the magical world. I won't write another Author's Note until the end of the last one, because what is the point of writing a huge thing before and after every single one? This first one is "Aunt Muriel Got Run Over By A Threstral", and it is the first idea that popped into my head after coming up with this splendid idea, if I may say so myself. Enjoy it, all!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, but, If I were to ask Santa for anything for Christmas, I'd ask for the rights! I also do not own any of the original holiday songs that I have edited for my Harry Potter Holiday Extravaganza. They belong to whoever wrote them, since I don't actually know.
Aunt Muriel got run over by a threstral
Walking to our house on Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as threstrals,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog,
And we begged her to stay put.
But she'd left the house anyway,
So she stumbled out her door into the snow.
When they found her Christmas mornin',
At the scene of the attack.
There were hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin' wing marks on her back.
Aunt Muriel got run over by a threstral,
Walkin' home from our house on Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as threstrals,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now were all so proud of Grandpa,
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there watchin' quidditch,
Playing exploding snap with Uncle Charlie.
It's not Christmas without Aunt Muriel.
All the family's dressed in black.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
Aunt Muriel got run over by a threstral,
Walkin' to our house on Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as threstrals,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of fig.
And a blue and silver candle,
That would just have matched the hair in Auntie's wig.
I've warned all my friends and neighbours.
Better watch out for yourselves."
They should never let those keepers;
Let their creatures out of padlocks on Christmas.
Aunt Muriel got run over by a threstral,
Walkin' toour house on Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as threstrals,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
AN- Oh, by the way, this would technically could be set in the POV of any of the Grandchildren of Arthur and Molly Weasley (there are too many, really). Just a side not if you by any chance were confused