He's my father and I know that means that I'm supposed to love him. And I guess I do. But some how I'm just not all that upset. Oh I don't want him to die but I think perhaps people are right. He was on the wrong side of the battle. He got hit with a nasty curse. Lucius Malfoy, the proudest wizard many ever knew is wasting away...
At first he lost the fire in his eyes, as if the fall of the Dark Lord had crushed his spirit. I knew it should have upset me to see my father diminish so but then we've never been the caring type of family. Then he began to loose weight dangerously. I was concerned, as was mother. We sought out the best doctors for him. But still I was only slightly upset to think there might be something seriously wrong. I think it was when he lost the ability to walk unaided that I started to feel lost. It was then that I began to understand what I was supposed to feel for my farther and why it was that I didn't care for Lucius that way. Yes he raised me, spoiled me even, but he never loved me. But as he sits here struggling for his last few breaths I forgive him even that and hold his hand secure in the knowledge that I loved my father before I lost him. Surely for a Malfoy that was a large step toward Humanity rarely taken before.