Forgiveness

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There isn't much that Lucius can do in his present predicament; a criminal has few things to hope in life and a Death Eater can certainly hope for even less.

Except for the rare visits Narcissa indulges him with, and the even rarer visits from his son, Lucius knows that even when he gets out of here, he will have nothing more to give to society.

There are no Dementors anymore. However, Lucius doesn't need them to remind him of the worst moments in his life…

The first moment was when the Dark Lord called Draco to serve him. Lucius is not stupid; he knew very well that he had made the wrong choice even before anyone else did. It was when he saw Potter fight Bellatrix at only fifteen… Not many have that kind of courage.

The second one was when the Dark Lord took his wand. What is a wizard without a wand? It's like a man with no purpose…

After that, it was when his sentence was read to him; fifteen years, a light sentence, mitigated by his wife's actions… and Potter's intervention, of course. The look on Draco's eyes, full of pity and accusation, was something he could never forget. And Narcissa's sadness, he swore to protect her, he shouldn't have made suffer like that.

Nevertheless, the last one was a bittersweet moment.

Draco had come to introduce him to his granddaughter. A beautiful blond, green-eyed girl called Margaret. She had been shy, but in the end he could tell that she had been fond of him. Potter had stayed at the entrance, never making eye-contact or even speaking a word, as if he wasn't part of this family. They left, and Potter never looked at him.

Lucius' precious son had found happiness and his beloved husband couldn't even look Lucius in the eye.

Lucius had always been a lucky, privileged man. That was until he acquiesced to tattoo his left arm in name of things that really didn't matter to him. In his search of power, he had made his choice of not being part of that happy family.

Narcissa walks in this moment for her monthly visit. She kisses him in the forehead and sits down gracefully.

"Your son-in-law gave birth again." – she told him proudly. – "It's a boy, they named him James Lucius Malfoy." – his grey eyes snapped at her. – "By Harry's insistence."

Lucius' luck hasn't deserted him after all. And he is grateful for that like only a man in privation can be. Harry's forgiveness means everything to him.

It is the difference between happiness and misery.

Even if the world is never going to accept him, as long as his family has, Lucius can be a happy man.

And the only thing he should be grateful for is that Harry fell for his son, because the Boy-Who-Lived - Lucius thinks as he watches Narcissa's bright smile - had managed to make the sun shine again for his family.


There was more than one word whi inspired this drabble, so it was hard to chose a name... =]