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Lucius drank the deep red wine while gazing at the Malfoy family tree. It was a beautiful tapestry made since the beginning of the pure line. He traced the beginning of the Malfoy line with Lord Aldis Malfoy and Lady Daralis Knight. The Knight pureblood line was gone now with only scattered non-magic muggles.
The Malfoy line had lasted well with many achievements that earned their fortune and spread their power and reputation.
Lucius frowned when he came down to the time of Voldemort. So many pureblood lines had been victimised by Voldemort. He himself included had been one of the select few from the very beginning.
Although he didn't show it he shook to the core as he remembered Azkaban and its demons. He grew repulsed when he saw a pureblood family murdered after they refused to join the dark side. He hadchoked back tears when he remembered his own parents killed for refusing to join the dark side.
Lucius then realised, he had been the downfall of the Malfoy line. Tracing an aristocratic finger delicately along the old gold and silver woven tapestry his finger came to rest under, Draco Malfoy.
"Could he have a better future?" Lucius whispered to himself.
There had been a time when even he could have turned his back on Voldemort and turned to the Light.
That time was over, but was it over for his son?
Could the Malfoy line still be salvaged?
These thoughts passed through Lucius' sharp mind like lightning until it was interrupted by a knock.
The fair-haired man strode towards a part of the castle that was once his Great Hall where feasts were held.
Now it was an overcrowded hall where people with violent minds overcome with guilt and madness associated.
A brawl was being held beneath one of the hall's still beautiful diamond chandeliers.
The chandeliers were still beautiful but weary and the chains holding it were weakening. The link between Lucius and the chandelier could have been thought of.
They were both beautiful but weary.
Their lifelines were weakening.
One day that chandelier would crash to the ground and nobody would ever see the light that once shone from it again.
One day Lucius would die, but no one would ever see the light that once shone from him when he was the brightest student at Hogwarts.
There was no time for that now.
"What is the meaning of this?" Lucius said deeply. The brawl stopped immediately apart from the sobs coming from the girl in the middle.
Lucius moved through to the middle of the circle. A girl he'd known since she was eleven was sitting in the middle crying.
By the state of her clothes he could tell she hadn't exactly had the best of evenings.
"Everyone go back to your assigned rooms…" Lucius said quietly. Nobody dared move, Lucius Malfoy didn't exactly have a bad temper you just never knew when he'd strike.
"I said move!"
The others scattered like rats on a drowning ship.
Lucius glared down at the crying Weasley girl in front of him. She looked so weak. He hated weakness.
"Get up!" Lucius barked harshly. The sound of Ginny crying and the echoes of Lucius' words reverberated against the walls.
"Stop being so weak! Get up! You are a pureblood, no matter how lowly and scum-like your family are! Now get up!" Lucius spat out glaring at her. Heleant forward and dragged her clear off her feet with a bone crushing, vicelike grip.
"I thought I told you to get up! Take a stand for yourself against the others! What is wrong with you! Can't you speak!" Lucius yelled angrily shaking Ginny.
"You are a pureblood! Say something!" he slapped her and dropped her to the ground at his feet.
"You have no future!" he yelled angrily. Momentarily like a vision it wasn't Ginny on the ground crying anymore... it was his own son crying on the bathroom floor, cradling his arm which had the Dark mark seared into it.
Lucius turned around, horrified, and walked out of the room, thinking.
