AN Well, this is only the third, or second depending on your POV, HP fic that I've written and this is a fairly new type of writing for me so please tell me what you think.

Rating: PG?

Disclaimer: Do I look like JKR?

Summary: Regarded as a traitor to the Dark Lucius muses on his return to the light side an on just how quickly they forget…

How Quickly They Forget

After you muse at how easy it was.

You avoid the veritaserum questions, you've been taught how to lie well, you beg forgiveness and help, and you display the wounds you received at your 'former'-master's hand. You show regret.

You smile, brokenly at first but with more light as each day passes. You scowl at the papers detailing Deatheater attacks. You swear revenge. You tell secrets. You teach their soldiers.

You avoid the Boy-Who-Lived for the first few hours after he kisses you and then go to find him. You explain how you're too tainted for him and then you give in as he assures you that you aren't… and pushes you onto the bed.

Now you lie with your arm wrapped tightly round the light's last hope and you smile. You know how easy it will be.

And then you wonder at just how quickly they forget.

How quickly they forget that you're evil.

End

AN Well, how was that? Please Review and tell me.