Prolouge
Many years ago.
Virginia Malfoy looked out at the dark sky through her window.
Beautiful, beautiful night. She thought dreamily.
She turned and looked at her husband of 50 years who sat nodding in his armchair beside the fire. Such joy had she shared with this man, the love of her life. She smiled remembering how she, the brazen, wild headstrong girl had fallen so hard for the shy quiet scholar and chased him shamelessly until he agreed to marry her out of self-defense.
She was Mrs. Abraxas Malfoy. Still hard to believe sometimes. She had known so much joy. But with joy comes sorrow. And their sorrow stemmed out of the love for their only son, Lucius.
She turned back to look out into the dark night. What she wouldn't give to stop her beloved son from making the choices she knew would destroy him.
A hand clasped hers. Such was the love she felt for the man that it didn't even startle her. She had known his touch for 50 years. She looked into his eyes and saw her worry mirrored there. He smiled, reassuring her.
Her 17 year old son walked into the room just then.
"Mother, Father …I am leaving tonight to fight by the side of the Dark Lord," he said excitedly.
"You will not walk out of this house, Lucius," thundered Abraxas "I refuse to allow this misplaced loyalty you seem to have for this murderer to destroy you!"
"He is a great man Father, greater than you will ever be," sneered Lucius "I am proud and honored to be allowed to even stand in the same room as he is in. He has great plans for me."
"Lucius, he is merely using you. Can't you see? Or are you so blinded by the power he offers that you refuse to see?" cried out Virginia
Lucius looked at his parents. "He told me this is what would've happened. He said that you would try to discourage me. To turn me against him. He always knows. Goodbye."
"Lucius walk out of this house and you will no longer be our son," Abraxas quietly said.
"I was never your son," And he walked out of the room and out of their lives.
