A/N- This is a collaboration for The HPFC Collaboration project - competition. Our assigned character is Lucius. This drabble is by me. Hope you all like it, review if you did! :)


He knew the things he did were wrong.

Maybe not in the surfaces of his mind, but go deep enough- into the darkest concaves, with the cobwebs and the dust, then that was where you would find the part of him that knew wrong from right.

Narcissa had been gone again- she was always gone. He needed her.

She was his.

He didn't like being possessive, but it's what he was.

Possessive and protective.

When he walked into that room- that's when his world came crashing down.

When Bellatrix cackled over his shoulder- that's when his ego diminished.

When Narcissas' beautiful head popped out from the sheets- that's when his heart crumbled.

When Rodolphus' head too popped up, that's when he saw red.

He had wanted to take his anger out on Rodolphus. But a shattered glass to his face wasn't enough.

There wasn't enough blood. The bored look in his face was not enough. He needed to cause pain.

Bellatrix wouldn't let him go further.

He didn't want to anger her.

She wasn't so pretty when she was angry.

Maybe two glasses was enough. A punch. But it wasn't.

Narcissa actually tried to stop him.

His rage flew out of control. His anger was always simmering, barely kept under wraps.

It wasn't his fault.

He didn't even use magic. He did it the muggle way.

Slapping her until she was curled up on the floor trying to protect herself.

Bellatrix just giggled.

Rodolphus left.

He kicked at the floor and forced her home.

His conscience knew he was a monster.

He often ignored his conscience.