Jan 01, 2011 20:00
This was utterly unfair to Monica.
He knew that. He pricked her anyhow. Monica stirred, and he stroked her hair until she was heavily unconscious.
Going to the garage. Sealing the doors so fumes wouldn’t escape, starting the engine. He’d always been good at planning. Not at explaining; he didn’t leave a note.
It should have been a good life. They seemed to have almost everything.
But he couldn’t, somehow, deny any longer his mourning for the child they’d never had.
He could almost see her: Wild-haired. Buck-toothed. Bright. Rash.
Wendell even knew what they would have named her.
Perdita.
A/N: I'm rereading JunoMagic's "Apprentice and Necromancer," and just came across the half-forgotten incident that helped to inspire this: Hermione's parents (whose memories turned out to be unrecoverable) adopted a child and named her "Cordelia Perdita."
harry potter fanfic,
hermione granger,
drabble