Thinking About Things I Should Have Said And Done...

Hermione Malfoy

My daughter's lips were blue. Ice cold to the touch and my mind fumbled for an explanation. I'd only gone into the kitchen two hours ago to make dinner. Taylor was laying down for a nap; I remember she was so tired.

Gently, I picked her up out of her crib prepared to burp her or something, but I stilled when my hands touched her. Not only were her lips cold, her entire body was. She was wearing her favorite fluffy pink onesie and the words, 'Daddy's Girl' were staggered in baby blue across her chest. I mumbled something inaudibly and slowly my feet and legs faded away. I fell to my knees, clutching her as gently as possible in my arms.

This last year in a half had been hard, so hard that for seven long months I'd planned on putting Taylor up for adoption. I met fifty different couples looking for the right parents but in the end I couldn't do it. I couldn't let her go.

A scream made its way up my throat and past my lips. It was loud and shrill but it seemed separate from me, like someone else was the one screaming; because surely I wasn't hold my dead little girl in my hands. It wasn't possible right? God doesn't take lives like that! Does he?

I stared down at my daughters beautiful face knowing now that she would never be here to talk, or laugh. She would never receive her Hogwarts letter, or purchase her wand. I would never see her grandchildren or husband. Everything that could have been was gone now, lost forever with her death. I cradled her to my chest, and the screams stopped. I was just crying now. Crying silently, but it was more painful than screams.

The door opened and my husband stood in the doorway. He didn't speak. There were no words.

I just wished I could have had one more chance to feel her little hand squeezing my fingers, cooing up at me. I wanted my goodbye. Don't mothers deserve a goodbye!

"Hermione…I…..Dear Merlin…." His voice was a pained whisper. He was my love, but I couldn't feel it, nothing at all. Just pain, sharp and chiming in my chest with each and every breath I took.

There was nothing left in her eyes, or face. Just blankness. Her eyes were open, staring lifelessly up at me. A sense of horror filled me and I manage to set her down before darkness consumed me.

A/N: This is going to be a bunch of short scene's from different characters in Harry Potter. Most of them will be sad and depressing, though a few will be happy. Let me know what you think and if I should continue. This should update a lot sooner than What A Feeling!- MayaJane