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A.N.: this will get gory people. Contains horrific pasts and not much better futures. Italics are flashbacks, bolds are thoughts.
PqpqpqpQA small baby. Draco rocks the baby 'Sssssssssssh, baby, sssssssssssssssh' he turns his face to look into the shadows. He can see the thin line on the baby's neck. It's blood.
'Baby won't cry any more. Baby won't ever cry again.' Draco looks at the baby in his arms. The look on his face is unreadable.
Draco hands the baby to the shadows and looks around the room. There are babies spread all over the floor. He picks up the next – a little baby girl in a pink dress.
'The world won't ever hear her whine again. She won't grow into a horrible brat with a marital arrangement.' He throws her to join the last and picks up another.
'And he won't be her husband.'
It carries on every baby gets words on their behalf. Every baby follows the next into the shadows.
Every baby slowly disappears, the floor clearing until only one baby is left. It's eyes open, and it begins to wail.
'One left. No more today.'
Draco looks at the baby and draws a knife. Taking it to the baby's throat he begins the incision.
'Don't cry baby. Everything's all right now.' He smiles.
Draco's eyes flew open, as he gasped to breathe. What was happening to him?