Title: Ten Years
Disclaimer: I know I mentioned last chapter that I forgot this, but I'm saying it again. I forgot the disclaimer saying I don't own this, but I'm saying it now. So please don't sue!
Author: Duh, me! Night Essence
Rating: PG
Summary: Lucius visits the graveyard.
Many would say that Lucius Malfoy was a cold, hateful person. A person that hell itself would spit back out. And maybe it would. But Lucius was not just a villain, he was a father and a husband. And no matter what the public thought Lucius took those duties seriously. Sure he was a follower of Voldemort, but that didn't mean he couldn't love. Because he did love. He loved his family, but the war had destroyed all that. Lucius looked down at the grave before him and regretted ever joining Voldemort and his crusade. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. He was a young man with a firm belief in pureblood superiority, and then he met Tom Riddle, and his life changed forever. When he joined he never thought that it would affect his future wife or their future son. But now, looking back he realized that he had made a grave mistake taking the dark mark, one that cost him his family. Cold, gray eyes stared a the gravestone, because he would never cry in public. Lucius kneeled beside the grave and said a small prayer, that his loved one was in a better place, and not suffering because of him. He stood and walked away from the despair filled graveyard. As he settled into his carriage, his eyes watered and tears threatened to fall, but Lucius would not allow that to happen. He was a Malfoy after all, and Malfoys never cry.
There it is. It's really up to you, to decide who Lucius is mourning, his wife or his son. I'm sorry to announce that I'm gonna have to end this story soon. Sorry. Anyway, please review, it's much appreciated.