House: Slytherin
Year: Prefect
Category: Drabble
Prompt: Sing happy birthday to someone
Word Count: 429
The silence was profound as Andromeda glanced down at the active little babe, she bit back a sob. She had to do it; it was her final wish. Picking up the curious toddler Andromeda made her way to her fireplace, shushing the whimpering mess in her arms Andromeda deftly used her Floo and stepped out into the public cemetery Floo.
She made her way past the many graves, the war had taken many lives, ended happiness just beginning, and in a strange morbid sort of way bringing happiness and closure to many others.
Stepping in front of a grave that stood out amongst the rest to her she brushed her hand across the distinctive head stone, marked with brilliant colours, with a shake of her head and chuckle Andromeda sighed deeply.
Her daughter had never been the conventional sort and in a way, Andromeda supposed her daughter had got that trait from her. Shaking herself from her thoughts she knelt in front of her daughters grave uncaring of the dirt collecting in the folds of her long skirt.
Placing her grandson in her lap Andromeda opened her mouth and began to sing softly.
"Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday Dear Dora
Happy Birthday to You.
From good friends and true,
From old friends and new,
May good luck go with you,
And happiness too."
Andromeda felt the sobs she held in for so long break the surface as the denial finally wore off and the shock and pain filled her. Her brilliant, beautiful, stupidly loyal Hufflepuff of a daughter, what a terrible last wish, Andromeda can still clearly remember the grinning face of her daughter as she announced the utterly absurd idea.
"Hey, mum?"
"What is it Nymphadora."
The groan of frustration had Andromeda suppressing a grin.
"Only you call me that now mother." Sobering her daughter grasped her hands.
"As you know I'm officially an Auror starting tomorrow, so in case I never get around to it. I need to tell you my last unofficial wish that I shall not put down on paper as I'd rather not have Moody on my case." Silencing her daughter's ramblings with a look, Nymphadora chuckled nervously, the cheeky brat knew she was testing her mum's patience with talking of her own death.
"When I die mum, I only want you to visit my grave once a year mum, to sing to me happy birthday."
"What kind of depraved wish is that?" Andromeda asked scandalized and with that mischievous grin back in place her daughter's eyes twinkled.
"Mine."