Wake up, little boy

Lily stared at the blond little baby sleeping in one of the cradles, reading his name.

Draco. A name a bit... unusual, but not bad. After all, Narcissa has always had good taste.

She considered, caressing her swollen abdomen. There were only less than two months left, and Lily and her husband James were really looking forward to seeing their first child.

Maybe you and my Harry will be friends, or will you two inherit the hostility that there is among your parents? Draco, will you be different from them? Will you do the right choice? Or will you be forced to be a killer too? No child should have such a destiny on his shoulders, no one... Will you react, Draco, will you wake up before it's too late? Will your eyes look at the beauty in the world, or will they be blinded by irrational hatred?

Lily stood there for a hour, staring through the nursery's glass.

But Draco did not even move.