It's easy to blame someone for things you don't understand.

I have decided to sum the rest of my third year through old letters. I do not have the heart to write more than the last part of this chapter. It has been fifty one years and these wounds are still too deep. But this is a critical part of this story, a part that has to be told. Isn't it curious, how the end of one life could be the beginning of another's?

Dear Mother,

My classes are going well, expect all O's from me. I was elected Capitan of the quidditch team, I know you could care less but please inform father. You should be happy to know that I have made new a friend. A boy called Severus Snape. He is extremely gifted and I quite enjoy his company. Hogwarts is the same as usual. I hope you and father are well.

Yours Truly,

Lucius.

Lucy,

So formal! Goodness, I didn't know if you were writing a letter to your most beloved mother or a paper for your most hated professor! I guess that's just you being you. Have we done too much pooh-poohing? Anyways, you were right, I don't care too much about the qudditch but your father was thrilled, well as thrilled as he can be without dancing on the table. However, I did dance on the table when you said you made a friend! I'm so proud of you! I was worried you might get lonely. However, I still can't shake the feeling that something is on your mind. Remember, you can tell me anything. I hope to hear from you soon!

Love,

Mummy.

Mother,

No, I have not done too much pooh-poohing. I am, after all, your son. And I am glad that I pleased both you and father. I would have loved to see his reaction to your dancing on the table. I'm already smiling just thinking about it. Since you asked, there is something on my mind; a burning question. I know someone, a boy about my age. Who is friends with someone he's not allowed to be friends with. I keep telling him to cut the ties, to quit embarrassing his family. But, he won't stop. He says he can't. He says this person means something too him. This person brings out the best in him, makes the world seem a better place. They make him happy to be alive. At least, that's what he says. What should he do? Which way is the right way? Happiness? Or duty? Is it ever okay to do something you're not supposed to? Please write soon.

Your son,

Lucius.

Mother,

Why haven't you replied? Is something wrong?

Mother,

What's going on?

Lucius,

Come home, immediately.

Your father.

"Your mother is dying." My father said. Those words seemed to leave a bitter taste in his mouth. He looked at me, shuffling in place.

I saw tears forming in his grey eyes. "How long has she been like this?" My voice was hoarse; I can still remember that empty feeling in my stomach, that whole forming in my heart.

He ran a hand through his hair. "Since the beginning of this year…it's some form of muggle disease. Cancer…We wizards do not fully understand it yet…However, the muggle treatment is damn near barbaric." He spat out the words and began to pace back and forth.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Anger was rising in me.

Father sighed. "We didn't want to trouble you while you were in school…This is not something I wanted to burden you with, Lucius. I can't even…" He choked out a sob. "I can't even begin to understand…"

A healer came out of my parent's room. "You may come in, we have woken her up. You don't have much time." She spoke softly, but her tone was matter of fact. My mother was dying, there was nothing she could do about it, it was time to say goodbye. Straight and to the point.

I walked in, my legs shaking. I remember thinking, this wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. No, no, no. I wanted to scream. This was all wrong. This was all the muggle's fault. They did this to her. This was their disease. They would pay. I would make them pay. They will pay.

My mother lay in bed, clutching two letters she stared at my father and me, blankly. There was nothing left in her eyes. She was already gone. She blinked once, twice and then no more. She was gone.

The healer pulled the sheet over her head and took the letters from her hand. She turned to us again.

"This is for you." She handed one to my father. "And this is for you." She handed one to me. "I'll leave you alone." She left the room.

My father opened the letter, his face growing paler and paler until his mask was finally broken. The marble crumbled down and raw emotion was on display. He shook as the sobs racked his body, his hand covered his face. My father's heart was torn in two. The letter fell to the floor.

I ran into his arms, feeling like a little boy again. He held me close as he continued to cry.

My father let me go and nodded. "You see to it that every last muggle feels this pain. They will pay for what they've done…For this disease that they have unleashed upon us."

"They will pay, father. They will pay for what they've done to her. I swear. They will not go unpunished." I meant every word. There was no stopping me now. This was their disease, their fault and they would pay. They would pay for taking my mother away from me. They would pay for breaking my father.

His hands cupped my face and he walked out of the room, leaving his letter on the floor.

I opened mine, slowly. It said as follows.

Lucy,

To answer your question, here is what I think. Duty and happy go hand and hand. It's your duty to make you happy. Do not worry so much about, "Not supposed to". Life is too short to make everyone happy; sometimes you have to focus on you. Sometimes you have to think outside the box, the box that this "boy's" parents made for him. I know that boy is you, Lucius. I know that you are conflicted with choices. I know that you want to make your father and me proud. But I want you to be happy and I want you to know that I will always be proud of you. I have spent my whole life doing what other people told me to do. I ignored what made me happy and chose to please the people around me. However, I do not regret my choices, I have loved my life. I have had my chance to be happy, you go and seize yours.

I love you with all my heart,

Your mother, Josette Cassandra Malfoy.

I found myself reacting the same way my father had. I shook and cried, I cried because she knew exactly what to say and because she wasn't with me to say it.

I sank down to floor and picked up my father's letter.

Abraxas,

You have made my life wonderful. You know that, don't you? I feel that I haven't told you enough. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect life. For a more perfect soul mate. You are my soul mate, Abraxas. And you will always be. I know things haven't been easy and I know that our time was short but look at all of the things we've done. We have a beautiful family, a beautiful life. I do not want you to stop living just because I have. You go and live. I'll be with you every step of the way. As for my burial arrangements, I would like to be cremated. I spent my whole life in a box; I don't want to be buried in one.

It's been fun,

Your Josie.

This was the day when my hate became even stronger. This was the day when I committed myself to avenging my mother and when my love for Narcissa was accepted. This was the day when my life changed and I began my own journey through right and wrong.

-Thanks to LuciusNarcissa for reviewing! I'll try and update every weekend, maybe. Until then! P.s the last line about living in a box is not mine, it's from the movie The Last Holiday.-