"From the heavens, to the womb, to the heavens again,
From the ending to the ending, never got to begin"
- Flipsyde, 'Happy Birthday'
Luna carefully placed the tiny bouquet of fresh flowers by the little stone bear and took a step back. She had picked them on the little field just outside the cemetery, and with their lopsided petals and uneven stems they looked like something a child would bring to a loved parent. In a way, that made it even more fitting since the little bear was holding a stone heart with a very short message inscribed. Eileen, 1976, to the heavens again.
"Who was she?" she finally asked, when her companion had stood in silence for several moments and she was starting to feel a bit chilly.
"My sister" Draco murmured, not looking away from the inscription. "Or, she was supposed to be my sister."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Thank you."
They stood in silence, both shivering slightly. The summer warmth did not quite reach this tranquil little place under the heavy trees, and only thin rays of sunlight managed to make their way through the branches and leaves.
"What happened?" Luna wondered, watching a tiny ladybug crawl slowly across the stone shelves hewn into the rock, past the little bear with the name Eileen and onwards towards other memorials of lost children.
Draco did not answer her for several moments, lost in memories he was not yet ready to share with her. Perhaps he would never be. Then, in a very soft voice, he asked;
"Do you know what werewolves do with unborn children?"
Luna shook her head; that detail was something she did not recall, and if she remembered correctly she had chosen to forget it because of how terrible it was.
"No" she murmured as she took his hand, the one with the ring on it. The ring that told the world that he was hers.
"They eat them." he whispered into the silence of the trees.
The ladybug flew away.