“I can’t Hermione. You know I hate calling attention to myself.”
He shook his head. “I appreciate the thought and I know what you’re trying to do, but it’s too soon.”
Harry looked ages older than his actual age and to celebrate the passing of the last year just brought into focus all of the things he’d lost in the last year.
“I’d rather just a quiet sort of thing. Maybe let it pass by without mention.”

“Harry–”
she mumbled, brows knitting together in a frustrated way. Of course, she could understand. How could she expect him to want to celebrate his birthday with all that they had lost? It wouldn’t be much of a celebration without your loved ones – and they had lost a lot.
“I just.. thought that it might be good
to remember what we have and not
what we’ve lost. That’s all.”
“Sounds all too familiar,” he smiled softly, remember the quiet spot where she’d wistfully spoken about staying and...
She had missed that smile of his. Oh, so much more than she had realized. She reached over to give him a playful shove...