I had a request for what happened when Lucius received Draco's letter. This just haunted me until I had to deal with that what. Be warned that this is not a happy ending for Lucius Malfoy. Disclaimers are in chapter 1.

The only bright spot I have is the correspondence that I receive upon occasion. All my correspondence is opened, read, scanned, and tested. However, it is still a bright spot and a break in the monotony of my life. Until today. Today I had received not one but two letters. A momentous occasion indeed. The first thought I had was whether to read them both today or perhaps save one for tomorrow.

I had ended up reading them both and found that I wished I hadn't read either.

I have had to listen to the chatter of all of the Ministry peons that work here along with everyone that they told. I am not some monkey in a zoo to be gawked at through the bars. Yet, since I have read the letters myself, I haven't been able to move. My body is frozen as my thoughts race. Surely my son and my wife know that I love them more than life itself. I had to be tough to prepare him to make the decisions that he will be faced with as the head of one of the last great family lines in the Wizarding world. Could he not see the choices I made were for his benefit? Did he not see that I made him stronger and more capable?

More voices are heard echoing through the dank stone corridors.

"So what's wrong with Lucius?"

"Him? Oh, he got the letter from his own son disowning him."

"Serves him right. He's a complete ars."

"Yeah. His son's quite different. It has come out that Draco and his mother helped Harry Potter defeat You-Know-Who. Mr. Potter defended them at the trails and gave irrefutable evidence that they had turned against that scum bag in there."

"Can't really blame them. I'd hate to live with that as a father. Cold hearted bastard."

The conversation faded away down the stone corridor.

Lucius twitched. A slow smile graced his previously frozen visage.

I understand now, my son. Congratulations! You have managed to save the family name by sacrificing me. Well done. Very well done. I am truly proud to be your father. I hope you continue to move our family name forward and succeed where I had failed. With Harry Potter by your side, very few will have the courage to contest the Ministry's decision in regards to our family. Well played indeed.

Lucius reread the second letter.

Let it be known that all traitors of the Wizarding World and convicted allies of 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' will be given the Dementor's Kiss on the day of March 15th. This decision was passed unanimously by the Wizengamott in accordance to Wizarding Law of 1645 that states that any wizard or witch that attempts to overthrow the current government by the eradication of a percent of the populous should be exterminated post haste to set an example for future generations.

Hmmm, the Ides of March. I wonder if they had planned that. Probably not. I would be surprised if they had even read Shakespeare much less remembers a date from a single play that he had written. Fitting that it arrived on the same day as Draco's missive.

"Mr. Malfoy? It's time. Please come with us."

The cold is back and growing stronger. I have no hope of telling my son that I love him and that I really am proud of the man he has become. Blackness fills my vision. Frozen breath caresses my cheek. Despair fills my heart. No family, no love, just emptiness. May God forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm so….

Azkaban would not be considered a vacation spot by any stretch of the imagination. The rooms are bare, cold and damp. Yes, the type of cold that seeps into your clothes and skin, chilling you to your very bones. Lighting is minimal, just enough to see by. My cell is an inner chamber of solid stone. No windows to tempt me and give me hope. No sunlight to brighten my day. It is said that I am too great a risk. The furnishings are sparse - a bed to lie or sit on and a bucket, stuck to the floor, to use. The moronic imbeciles in the Ministry haven't updated this place since the dark ages. But I suppose the plumbing would allow for escape for any decent animagus. My cell is roughly 2.5 meters by 4 meters. Just loads of space to move about in. I despise this place.