Lucius looked out at the lake and hesitated.
For the barest trace of a second, he doubted his actions: he had a mansion, a wife, a newborn child- did he really need more?

And then his weakness shocked him.

He was a privileged servant of the Dark Lord, sworn to follow him forever.
Someday, Draco would too. Lucius felt no paternal feelings, but it was his responsibility to provide his heir with money and a place in the inner circle of the Dark Lord.

This reminded Lucius of his mission. He apparated away, steeled against another betrayal of his heart.