"Happy Birthday to you…"
"Happy Birthday to you…"
"Happy Birthday, my baby boy…"
"Happy Birthday to you…"
She licked the corner of her mouth, tasting the salty water that ran down her cheeks.
She pushed around the petals of the black roses she held in a bunch.
"Is it okay? There aren't any candles, they don't allow them here. The curator is so mean, Scorpius."
Leaning back on her heels, Hermione reached out and stroked the dirt off of the smooth surface in front of here.
"Bad Mommy, letting your special day get ruined by a bit of dirt. I should have cleaned better, I'm really sorry."
She let her hand fall to her stomach. A small bulge shaped under her mindless rubbing.
"I don't want it."
Her tears kept falling.
"I only want you, Scorpy."
"Happy Birthday to you…"
"Happy Birthday to you…"
"Happy Birthday, my Scorpius…"
"Happy Birthday to you…"
Scorpius Lucius Malfoy
We never met you, baby boy.
But we love you all the same.
Stillborn, April 8th, 2004