"Daddy, I don't want to help him! He's a bad man!"

"Draco, never say that again! The Dark Lord has been very generous to us."

"But Daddy, he killed a lot of people…"

"Bad people! Haven't I told you muggleborns are trash?"

"Yes, but…"

"No buts. You will respect the Dark Lord from now on, understood?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. I don't understand. I don't understand why you serve Voldemort."

"Draco, don't say his name! It summons him!"

"Did you call for me, Lucius?"

"No, sorry, slip of the tongue…"

"Then you should be punished for wasting the Dark Lord's time, no?"

"Y-yes, your lord."

"CRUCIO!"

"AHH! P-PLEASE! S-STOP!"

"Well, I think you learned your lesson. By the way, Lucius, teach your son better manners. Unless you think a little crucio will be more effective…"

"No! Don't hurt my son!"

"Very well, then. I shall be going now. Do not waste my time again, for the consequence will be much worse."

"I understand now, Daddy."

"What?"

"I understand why you serve him."

"You do?"

"Yes. You love mommy and me, so you don't want us to get hurt!"

Lucius realized he never actually said he loved his son. He smiled and said,

"Yes, that's right."