#and the bigger chunk of hebrew is hebrew happy birthday

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happy birthday to the queen herself, lily jane evans <3

30 January 1971

יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ,” יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ, יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ לְשׁוֹשָׁן “יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ

(Yom huledet sameach,

Yom huledet sameach

Yom huledet sameach le'shoshan

Yom huledet sameach)

All around the table, the Evans were all looking at Lily expectantly. Her mom broke the silence and said, “Go on and blow at your candles, sweetheart. Make a wish.” 

Lily closed her eyes tightly and wished for an adventure. Up until that point, Lily didn’t have many friends, besides Petunia and the very nice, poor boy she had befriended this past Hanukkah. She wanted something more. She dreamed of living in a kingdom and being the most favored princess of village. She wanted to have people love her like she loves others. 

She blew out her candles with this in mind.

30 January 1977

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”

“CHA, CHA, CHA!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”

“CHA, CHA, CHA!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LILLLLYYY!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”

“CHA, CHA, CHA!” 

Everyone was gathered around Lily and the three tier cake that Marlene was able to get the house-elves to make. They were all smiling wildly and waiting for her to make her wish. She closed her eyes and wished for peace. She wished that she would stop wanting Se-Snape to be with her celebrating her legality in the wizarding world. She wish that his words didn’t hurt anymore. She wished that the world outside was as kind and joyful as it is right now in the Gryffindor common room. She wished that Voldemort didn’t exist and that this war would be over before they graduated. 

She blew out her candles with this in mind. 

30 January 1981

“Happy birthday to you!”

*baby babbles*

“Happy birthday to you!”

*baby babbles*

“Happy birthday, to mama!”

*baby babbles*

“Happy birthday to you!”

Harry, who was in James arms, starts clapping and laughing giddily. James laughs as well and moves to give Lily a kiss on the forehead. 

“Happy birthday, my love,” he whispers to Lily as he pulls her into a little side hug, “Go on and make a wish.”

He gestures towards the little round brownie cake that him and Harry made. It had a three candles in it. Lily closed her eyes and wished for all of her loved ones to make it through the war safely. They were going on Order missions every other day and more and more of her friends were dying. Marlene was ambushed at her home in late November and Dorcas was soon after. Remus was undercover constantly and Sirius was getting frustrated with how long this war has been going on. Lily just wanted everyone she loved to make it to the end. 

She blew out her candles with this in mind. 

30 January 1982

וֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ,” יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ, יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ לְשׁוֹשָׁן “יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ

(Yom huledet sameach,

Yom huledet sameach

Yom huledet sameach le'shoshan

Yom huledet sameach)

Remus voice was just above a whisper as he sang to the lone candle he was holding. His tears fell silently as he closed his eyes and wished for Harry to be okay. He wished that he saw it coming. He wished he saw the signs that his boyfriend was going to betray his favourite person in the world. He wished that her sacrifice was worth it.  He wished for his best friend to come back. He wished everything were different. He whispered, 

“אני אוהב אותך פרח השושן שלי” 

(I love you, my lily flower)

He blew out the candle with this in mind.