Author's Note: This takes place after the events of Harry Potter and Order of the Phoenix.
She missed him. He had always been there for her in the past. But now he was gone. And now it was up to her to keep the family together.
How could this have happened? She had to be dreaming. There was no way that her Lucius could be in Azkaban. There was no way that the Dark Lord could have given her son Draco the task of murdering Albus Dumbledore. She had to be dreaming.
She needed Lucius. He would have known what to do. He would have known the right words to speak in order to comfort her. He would have known how to make everything better.
Lucius had always called her a very capable witch. He had always respected her opinions. He had always wanted to hear what was on her mind, even when she had not always agreed with him. He had always treated her like an equal. He had always liked how she had never been afraid to challenge him, but without losing her respect for him at any moment.
She wasn't supposed to have fallen in love with her husband. But she did.
She should be able to hold herself together. She was a Pureblood, after all. But she couldn't. She couldn't do any of this alone. She missed Lucius. She needed him.
How was he faring in Azkaban? Lucius had always been a strong one, but he hated confinement. He was a free spirit. He needed room to roam. But now he was in a cage, some dark, cold, filthy cage. He was being treated like some animal. Her poor Lucius.
How was he coping with all this? Were they feeding him enough? Probably not. He was just some Death Eater scum to them, after all. Was he cold? That was a stupid question. Of course he was cold. Now she was being completely silly. She was better than that.
What if he got sick while he was in Azkaban? There would be no one around to comfort him. In fact, they probably would laugh at him. Who did they think they were? Didn't they know who her husband was? Lucius was better and purer than all of them combined. They weren't fit to polish his shoes. Yet they were being allowed to be his guards. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. She had to be dreaming because everything was now completely wrong.
Was he scared? She couldn't imagine Lucius being scared of anything. He had always been the confident one, the one who had rarely shown any emotions. Unlike her. There had been so many times when he had held her while she had cried. Just his touch alone had been enough to comfort her. And his quiet strength had helped to make everything better.
But was Lucius scared now? Was he worried about her and Draco? Of course he was. She and Draco were his world. Everything that he had ever done in his life had been for them, to make their lives better.
Did Lucius miss her as much as she missed him? Of course he missed her. He may have never said the words "I love you," but she knew that he loved her. His unwavering respect towards her and all his gentle touches whenever she had been in distress told her that he loved her.
But did he need her as much as she needed him? But what could she possibly do for him now? She couldn't break him out of Azkaban through sheer will alone. Besides, she knew that Lucius would not want her getting involved. He had always tried his best in the past to keep her away from harm.
But now she was in harm's way, along with Draco. And for once in his life, there was nothing that Lucius could do about that. That had to hurt the most, that feeling of helplessness. Lucius had always been a man of action. But now he couldn't act. He couldn't do anything but wait for the tides to turn back in his favor.
And that was all she could do as well. She just hoped that Severus would be able to protect her son.
She also hoped that it wouldn't be long before she was reunited with Lucius. She missed him and she needed him more than she could ever express with words.
She hated to be alone. But at least she wasn't as alone as her poor Lucius. He had no one. She at least had Severus and her sister, even though her sister clearly cared more for the Dark Lord than she did her own sister and nephew. But that was still better than what Lucius had.
She hoped that Lucius knew that she missed him. And despite everything that had happened and despite the fact that he was now trapped in Azkaban, she also hoped that Lucius knew that she still needed him.