A Father-son Talk
When Lucius Malfoy came back from the last raid he took part on Voldemort's orders, his son was glad to see him. "Father, may we talk?"
"Yes, Draco." Lucius replied with his usual formal tone but he couldn't help but notice his son is worried. "What's wrong?"
"May it stay between us, Father?" Draco asked.
"Is you Occlumency good enough for this, Draco?" Lucius asks.
"Snape never got from me what my assignment at Hogwarts was." Draco answered and his father seemed to accept this as a yes.
"Father, do you really believe the Dark Lord is going to make the Wizarding World better for us?" Draco asked, finally mastering up the courage to question all his father taught him about Voldemort.
"By 'between us', do you mean just us or your Mother and your Aunt Bellatrix too?" Lucius asked.
"Just the two of us, Father." Draco explained.
"I don't believe anymore, son." Lucius answered. "Sure, things aren't so different than during the First Wizarding War but back then I took my place among the Death Eaters for granted. Not only have I had to endure the Dark Lord's wrath for not looking for him during those years despite having evaded Azkaban but also the failure to retrieve the prophecy."
"Father, you and the others who evaded Azkaban without denouncing other Death Eaters went back to the Dark Lord when he called." Draco said. "Couldn't you have refused?"
"Son, there are times when I wonder if I should have instead sought protection from Dumbledore." Lucius explained. "But I still believed the Dark Lord would make the Wizarding World a pureblood supremacy. If I ever suspected he'd once see your Mother and I as nothing more than the means to secure your loyalty. I'd encourage you to defect to the Light and not care if I'm killed but I'd no longer expected to be welcomed by then after killing Dumbledore."
"If not for what the Dark Lord would do to you, I'd have killed myself." Draco sadly commented. Lucius gave his son a comforting hand.
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