Pieces of a Death Eater

by vratsababe

A look into the life of Lucius Malfoy from childhood to old age to determine what it was that drove him to the extremes in his life. You can't judge a person until you've witnessed the breadth of where they come from.

1. Prologus

Pieces of a Death Eater--Prologus

People don't just wake up one morning and decide to be evil; nor do they choose to be good. Although we are the ones who ultimately decide the color which we paint our footprint on the planet, our viewpoints are not determined on one thing. We are all made up of different slivers of good and different slivers of evil. We all have personal secrets, family secrets, and secrets we don't know ourselves buried within us that compose who we are and what we believe. We are raised in different families, in different economic environments, and different geographical locations and these things can help develop our dogmas and our creeds whether we are seen by the world as good or evil and even if we view the world as good or evil.

It took me a great many years to see this. It took me two wars, the birth of a child, the birth of a grandchild, and the death of a spouse to realize that I've been accepting a very narrow view of the world as correct and although I can't accept other peoples' viewpoints, perhaps it's enough of a discovery for me to see that what is right in my eyes might not be right in another's… and maybe that's okay and then again maybe not. I'm far too old to be trying to reverse my thinking now.

I stand at Narcissa's grave in the light snow. It's March; far too late for snow to be falling. It seems like the grass just finally began to show and now here comes another depressing layer of white. The marble is cold as I touch it with an ungloved hand. I trace the letters of her name, Narcissa Angelica Black-Malfoy, in the white stone. I must have carved these letters myself from the sheer number of times I have traced them with my finger in this very short, very long year. I don't know what I would have done without her in my life.

Draco and Astoria will be here soon. Scorpius and his wife will be here as well; they say they have big news. It's a pity, in a sense; Narcissa would have loved to have seen her great-grandchild. I'm sure that's what it is. She loved kids as long as they were from her bloodline. I leave a flower on her tombstone just as I do every day I come and visit her, this time I leave a red lily. Narcissa loved all flowers… pardon me if I'm getting too sentimental. It's not becoming of me, I know.

One of the peacocks is sitting pompously on the railing of the balcony. Those birds think they own the place…