Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these characters; I do not.
He had always taken his manor for granted, but now, looking at the dirty floor of his cell, Lucius Malfoy realized how foolish he had been. Azkaban was the worst place he could ever have imagined.
The thing that pained him most of all in Azkaban, though, was the loss of Narcissa. Every day after he came home from the Ministry, she would kiss him and murmur how much she loved him. He grinned; one might think that Narcissa was nothing more than a housewife when they first saw her. Thinking of how she had jinxed him when he had suggested Draco go to Durmstrang, he smiled.
He wondered how Narcissa was getting along without him. Had the Dark Lord punished her for his mistake? Or had he punished Draco? Both of these thoughts frightened him. He couldn't bear to be released from Azkaban, only to find that he had lost his wife or his only son. Or perhaps even both. That thought was the worst of them all.
Draco would be finishing his sixth year in a week. Lucius felt a twinge of guilt – he had always been there for for his son before. Did Draco hate his father now?
He still had to spend another year in Azkaban – the thought that he would be released was the only thing keeping him eating and drinking. He sometimes regretted his decision to be loyal to the Dark Lord – after all, he mused, the Dark Lord obviously would punish him as soon as he was released.
Then a wonderful thought came to mind. Could he dare to hope that someday, Potter would finish off the Dark Lord? Then Lucius would have nothing to dread after he was released from Azkaban – he could concentrate fully on returning to his wife and son.
It was a feeble hope, he told himself, but still, it was something he could rely on.
Author's Note: I know this is a stretch, having Lucius think this, but I always see him as someone not entirely loyal to the Dark Lord. Once he gets put in Azkaban, I definitely see him doubting his loyalty.