When Lucius awoke early, suffering another terrible nightmare involving what the Dark Lord may do to Draco for his own failure, he understood why his own father had practically begged a young Lucius not to get involved with politics, especially not to get involved with the Pureblood movement. Abraxas Malfoy's booming voice was reverberating around Lucius' head. "You are above this, Lucius. You are above running around duelling with idiots like Potter and Tonks." In his state of youthful arrogance, Lucius had announced his father as being jealous of him and sneered as Abraxas recited the Lord's Prayer before bedtime each night.

Now, in the confines of an Azkaban prison cell, Lucius started to understand his own father's actions and he started to understand the meaning behind the prayer that his father had said each night, on his knees, hands clasped together. Curled up in the hard prison bed, Lucius clasped his hands together after gently touching his wedding band and he recited the words to God. "Dear Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done on Earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the Kingdom, the power, and the glory. For ever and ever. My Lord please protect my family, please. Amen." By the end, Lucius was sobbing. If truth be known he hadn't held any faith in God, not until he had no choice. In begging the higher power to keep his family safe, Lucius vowed to himself that he would pray every evening, just like his own father once did. Perhaps, if he did that, he could be redeemed.

Sleeping was very difficult and despite trying, Lucius found he could not get back to sleep so instead, he got out of bed and started to dress himself. Already the crisp white shirt he had been wearing had started to look grubby and like it needed a wash. Never before had Lucius looked so dishevelled. His long blonde hair had started to lose a little of it's lustrous shine and stubble had began to appear on his face. Still there was not a lot which could be done about his appearance until shower time; something that he was now dreading due to the comments the other inmates had made about his physical appearance.

Luckily, Lucius was in the first wave of inmates called to the communal showers. He had not been grouped together with Thomas or his friends. However, there was one man who was looking Lucius up and down. Haughtily Lucius stared back at the man in question "Don't get any ideas, I'm one hundred percent faithful to my wife." He sneered at the younger man who seemed to have ideas far above his station. However, Lucius was about to find out that neither words or a statement of ones sexuality was going to stop some of the gay prisoners intent on sullying Lucius' previously untouched body.

Before he realised what was happening, the younger blonde had Lucius pinned against the wall forcing him to kiss him before proceeding to stick his right index finger into Lucius' mouth. The younger man smirked at Lucius "I'm sure you can guess what you'll be sucking next time, Malfoy and don't worry, I won't tell your wife." Laughing the younger man left Lucius to wash his hair and shave the stubble from his face. Thinking of the man's actions Lucius couldn't help but once again let his nerves get the better of him. This time he actually gagged before trying to calm his churning stomach before breakfast.

Fortunately, the rest of the day went by without too much more hassle and Lucius found the fraudster Cornelius, whom he was working with was actually quite intellectual. Their day spend working was actually blissful compared to events earlier and he confided in the older man. Asking if some of these men really were capable of sexually assaulting another inmate and if the guards would intervene. The older man was brutally honest when he told Lucius to be careful because there were men taking bets as to who would be the first to take Lucius' virginity. Apparently a man of Lucius' standing was rich pickings and not all of the men who committed such acts were actually gay. Many did it for the perceived power over their victim.

"I'll watch out for you but Lucius, I can't promise to help you. As far as the other inmates are concerned I cannot influence them." Cornelius had gently squeezed Lucius' shoulder as he spoke to the younger man.

Upon feeling another's touch, Lucius had involuntary flinched. All along he had thought himself to be stronger than this, to be able to control any situation thrown at him. However, now he realised he had lived off his name and from idle threats. People in the outside world were scared of Lucius Malfoy not because he had given them reason to be but because he cut an imposing figure and was head of the Malfoy family. In here, a name meant nothing and without his wand, Lucius knew that he was practically defenceless. Never had he been a physical sort of man, he'd always been an intellectual, a thinker.

None of the other Death Eaters had been confined to this end of the prison, they were all in the High Security wing in absolute solitary confinement. Lucius had not been considered that dangerous, after all, for all intents and purposes breaking into the Department of Mysteries had been his first offense and nobody could be persecuted for their political leanings. His solicitor had taken care of that.

By that evening Lucius was unable to contain his fear for any longer and started to pour his heart out to the home made diary once more.

'Saturday 27th July, 1996.

Dear Diary,

You are all I have to help me keep track of time in here. To help me keep track of the date, every day that passes is a day closer to freedom. Only it cannot come soon enough lest I emerge a broken man. I will never forget the comfort you bring, nor will I neglect you when I'm out of this wretched place. I pray my body will remain unsullied by the barbarians that reside within these very walls and I pray that God will keep my beloved family safe from the dangers on both sides.

I do not have the strength to rise to through the invisible ranks of Azkaban prison. One of the guards told me that there was no such thing as the aristocracy within these four walls. He was right in the terms he meant it and yet he was wrong. There is a twisted aristocracy, not built on class but built on fear. Survival of the fittest, so to speak. Why these men have an interest in assaulting me is currently unknown but I have a suspicion it is to do with my name or perhaps they just find me that irresistible.

My father was right and now I cannot tell him so. I cannot apologise for my behaviour over the years and ask for my forgiveness, even though I know he'd forgive me for everything. So will my wife. Although I am not sure about Draco. My only child, is out there without my protection and that is all my fault. I have been a terrible son, a terrible husband and now a terrible father all because I put myself before the others in my life.'

By now the parchment was stained with tears, not ever before had Lucius cried so much in his entire life.