Oh,
Lucius, how could you?
How
could you go away and leave me here all alone? It feels so empty
now, this Manor on the bluff. It overlooks nothing day after day,
just endless sea and broken clouds. I walk through the halls seeing
memorabilia from so many years, our marriage laid out in perfectly
dusted order. I want to touch our lives, Lucius, touch them and
wake them up from this nightmare. Instead I wander the halls and
try to find the ghost of you.
It’s
been two weeks and it feels like eternity, just like the view from
our breakfast room window. We used to sit here in the mornings over
coffee and toast, watching the world rumble by in the crash of the
surf and just be. Maybe Draco would join us and we’d try not
to laugh at his silly childish concerns. He’d grow out of
them soon enough; we always do.
Oh,
Lucius, what will become of you?
Two
weeks alone and I am nearly mad with worry—and you are probably
merely mad. I can almost hear them now, the hiss of the dementors
as they pass your cell, sliding by in the gloom. I asked to see
you, but they always turn me away. Not even your name will unlock
those doors now. I would come to you and brush back that beautiful
hair and kiss you like those fairy tale kisses in the books from
my youth. I’d hold you in my arms, filth and all.
I
know how much you hate to be filthy. Filthy and horrid like those
worthless Muggles and vile Mudbloods. I don’t know why Sirius
wasted his time consorting with them. Our family has always been
pure. Thank heaven he got himself killed before he could taint the
bloodlines further. How horrid if he’d married one! Like that
miserably Lily. She was one of them. It’s all their fault;
I just know it. It is bad enough they let them into the schools,
but actively encouraging interaction with them?
Oh,
Lucius, what is this world coming to?
Draco
is so lost without you. I went to him at school to tell him the
news myself. I wanted to hold him, draw him near, but he was too
cold. Cold with fury that is all Black with a touch of Malfoy. His
eyes, so like yours, were so bright and I could see he finally understood.
He is the man of the house with new obligations. He will make you
proud, my love.
School
is almost over for the year and he will come home to me soon. We
have much to do, our son and I. There are things that must be accomplished,
things I must see to. If my silly sister hadn’t gotten herself
nearly killed in that mess she could help. But Bellatrix was always
too headstrong for her own good, and I wouldn’t trust her
to be delicate.
That’s
what it’ll take, my sweet, delicacy. Never send a wizard to
do a witch’s work. Our Lord has been too absent these last
years and the world does not work the way he remembered. Subtlety
is what the movement needs, if our goals are to be met.
And
met they will be. Never underestimate the fury of a witch with a
mission, my mission, our mission. Things are changing; I will see
to it. Our Lord will be here soon to hear my plans, my concerns,
and things will change.
I
will see you out of Azkaban, light of my night, and we will stand
strong together. The world will tremble at our feet, the way it
was always meant to be. We will sit at breakfast, looking out at
the sea as I do now, searching for hope on the horizon. I will take
your hand in mine. We will just be.
Oh
Lucius.
~Fin~
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