Andromeda 4
At one time it appeared that my sister Narcissa had everything. She was beautiful, doted upon by her mother and married to one of the richest wizards in the world Lucius Malfoy. She had a handsome and talented son.
She almost lost it all the first time Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter. Her child was a baby and her husband and sister on trial for being a death eater. Her sister lost her bid for freedom and was put away in Azkaban prison.
That should have awaken her. Her eyes should have been opened to the diet of hate and isolation she had been fed first by our mother and then by her husband. Bigotry is breed of ignorance. Willful ignorance is not breeding but a lacking of moral fiber. What is commonly called a backbone.
Her father-in-laws money bought her husbands freedom. Her husbands family name and money also bought social position.
Then Voldemort returned. Then, I'm told, my sister was held prisoner in her own home. How ironic as our oldest sister escaped from prison and found freedom in Cissy's home.
Cissy's beloved son Draco was seduced by Voldemort, and his father. Seduced in to trying to kill. Fed the lies and the bile like a lover feeds his beloved chocolates. Until he woke from the seduction and then all he was trying to do was keep himself and his mother alive.
I understand that Cissy almost lost her mind from worry, and almost lost her life at the hands of her husband's master.
During the battle at Hogwarts Cissy finally thought for her self. She finally found her spine and saved Harry Potter's life.
Was this because of some revelation about how wrong and evil all the things her husband believed were? No. It came down to having to choose her husband or her son and Draco won.
She may have gained her son, and her action may have assured Cissy and Draco's freedom, but she lost the life she knew. She and her son had to flee the increasing madness of Lucius. They returned to a legacy so tainted as to be a thing of ridicule.
They had so little money that they were forced to work for a living. Something neither had ever done. Work did not treat Cissy well. Her's was not a beauty that suited work. I'm told that upon her death at 60 she looked twice her age.
So there are the tales of what hatred does to the families of the haters. You might think my tale is told. No it is not. I have not told you what hatred does to the families of the hated.
