Author's Note: To better understanding this drabble (which is from Lucius's point-of-view), it would help to read my multi-chapter fic "The Lost Baby." The most important thing to know about that fic is that Narcissa had a stillborn daughter that she and Lucius ended up naming Ara.
I saw you with your children. There was no way I could miss seeing all those children. How many do you have now? Don't you and your wife know when to stop? How many children do you honestly need?
How are you able to keep up with that many children? How are you able to feed them, to clothe them? How are you able to send them to Hogwarts? Do you have money I don't know about?
There is no way those children can be happy. There is no way those children have a good life. You just don't have the money.
I could have given all your children everything that they could have ever wanted, and I still would have had more than enough money to spare. They would have been dressed in the finest of clothes. They would have had a house actually worthy to be called a house. With me, they could have had it all.
Despite all this, though, I only have one child. I have a son, a single son.
You have many sons.
Wait, what's this? You have a daughter as well. You have a little girl.
She is your youngest. Funny. My oldest child should have been a girl.
As for the other children that I should have had between my precious Ara and my beloved Draco, I have no idea what they would have been. I don't know if they would have been sons or daughters. They died before I could tell. They died with no identities.
All your children have identities.
And how in the world did you end up with a daughter? You had all those sons before her, and then, all of a sudden, you have a daughter.
My daughter is dead. She died even before she had the chance to take a single breath.
All your children are breathing.
Including your daughter. She is breathing the most.
Why is someone like you, a poor Blood-Traitor, allowed to have so many children? And why does one of those children have to be a girl?
Why does someone like me, a proper Pureblood, have only one child? And why wasn't I allowed to have a daughter?
I will break you, Arthur Weasley. I will break you in the worse way possible.
A part of me wonders if your precious daughter will end up dying. That truly would be justice. And I don't even believe in justice.
How would you feel if you were to lose a child? How would you feel if you were to lose your only daughter, your most precious child of all?
The pain never goes away. You never get over losing a child, especially when that child is a little girl.
I have lost many children. Including at least one daughter.
I have lost my Ara, my precious little Ara.
How would you feel if you were to lose your Ara?
How would you feel if you were to lose your little girl?
Is there truly such a thing as justice in this world?