First of all none of the following characters belong to me (except Maybe Lucius on his days off lmao just kidding)

Chapter 1 Recollections

Having been in Azkaban for well over a year now had given Lucius time to think about his life, how he had treated his wife Narcissa and his son Draco Remembering a time when they were his whole world, a time before he committed himself into the service of the Dark Lord and things got complicated and he lost himself to his anger and hatred. Vowing silently to himself that the abuse and torture of his wife would stop when he got out, if he ever got out. Remembering a time many years ago when he'd had Narcissa on the floor of their large manor beating her until their soon-to-be-born daughter had ceased to exist and blood had run from her fragile body. He couldn't see clearly anymore, he wasn't him, he was a monster a murderer, not a father or a husband anymore he was just lost. One strike after another, his terrible anger all coming out on his poor broken wife, leaving her unable to get up and caked in blood covered bruises that would scar her body forever. That was the day she became nothing more then a pain-filled shell and no longer the woman he had so long ago fallen in love with and had been madly in love with him. He spent years telling himself that she deserved it and that he had had to do it to keep her in line. But looking back he was a fool. She had always stood loyally at his side, and she was always his no matter how badly he had chosen to treat her or how much he hurt her. This treatment of her had made him feel superior and powerful and had fed his ego. Suddenly a movement at his cell door yanked him from his thoughts and made his heart stop.
"Narcissa!" He stands up carefully rushing to the door and reaching through the bars for her, craving her touch. Narcissa stands there for a moment taking in his ragged appearance. His dusty prison robes, his dingy hair, and his dirty face, dark circles under his eyes and stubble on his chin.
"You look well Lucius, my love" The way she speaks the last two words cut him like a knife. Her coldness apparent in her voice.
The guard opens the door allowing Narcissa in then quickly shutting it behind her. Narcissa moving closer until she is only inches from him reaching up and stroking his face almost lovingly before pulling her hand back and striking him hard across the face.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" He shouts at her feeling his anger bubbling to the surface.
His response from her is another but harder blow to the face. He raises his hand about to strike her back but quickly reconsiders and lets it drop again to his side.
"Never again Narcissa, I promise, I will never strike you again my love" he whispers, his voice broken and full of emotion.
Narcissa stares at him for a moment waiting for him to smirk and laugh but he doesn't, instead he moves his body against hers and wraps his arms around her. He lowers his head and grazes his lips along her neck earning a soft groan from his beautiful wife. His hands roaming her delicate form craving more of her capturing her lips with his, their tongues duelling madly. He cups her breasts gently squeezing them and thumbing her nipples through the thin fabric of her emerald green silk blouse feeling them go hard under his touch. He grinds against her showing her how much of an effect she is having on him and begging for her contact. A loud rapping on the cell door interrupting his intentions.
"TIMES UP!" yells the guard.
Lucius kisses her softly on the lips trailing the kisses again down her pale neck.
"I'm going to make everything right Cissa, things will be better, you will see" he whispers as she turns to leave, the expression on her face unreadable.
He watches her exit the cell, her curves swaying as she walks away and he groans settling back onto his concrete bed and palming himself gently to release and falling into a fitful sleep.