Lucius was the only son of Abraxas and Sophia Malfoy; he was the scion of his generation and at his birth, one of the last standing pureblood families in England and by far the richest. He wasn’t named for any star, or relative- Abraxas was known to have that sort of stubborn streak in him that defied anything resembling tradition and Sophia, being ( Read more... )

It’s more than brick and iron, more than portrait and antique. There are dozens of different styles, different personal touches from generations past that remain carved into the bedrooms, or the libraries that had once been a Malfoy’s personal room or their private solace. His grandmother’s sitting room was decorated in all white and blue bone ( Read more... )

You didn’t know him then; before the Horcrux and that terrible night in the cemetery, before thirteen years in Azkaban and the insanity of his comrades. Before Draco, before Narcissa and being Lucius Malfoy meant what it means now. Before it all ( Read more... )

This is Lucius Malfoy, now ( Read more... )

He knew his son was aware of the Mark. For Draco’s entire life Lucius had carried it, even if it had faded by time and was well hid behind shirt sleeves and coats. Lucius never showed his forearms, not even in the privacy of his own home, but the presence had always been there. Lucius Malfoy, for his part, had never seemed ashamed of it. He had ( Read more... )

There are a dozen portraits in Lucius’ parlor; and each one has a dozen stories Lucius knows. As a child, their lives were his bedtime stories and he memorized each tale as if they were fantasy- like Merlin himself. He can tell you it all, point to a picture and he’ll tell you who they were and why ( Read more... )

The usual way; when he was a boy and intrigued because he made her nervous. Lucius has only been charmed by one woman, and that came later. He married her. But Drosera was engaging, older than him but not by much and there was a flicker of girlhood there. He knew he made her uncomfortable from their first encounter, but did not know why until later ( Read more... )

The Ministry had fallen, and with Albus Dumbledore dead it had been as easy as the Dark Lord always promised. It happened one night simply, and tidily, like a school boy picking up toys after recess. Lucius would have admired the skill if he hadn’t been trapped in Azkaban ( Read more... )

Bellatrix’s eyes were on fire as she watched Lucius pace. There was a fever there he’d never noticed before; a sort of madness crystallized in the blue that burned. Her voice was shrilled and fevered and when she reached out; she dug her nails into Lucius’ raw forearm. Lucius hissed in pain and snatched his arm away as if he had been stung ( Read more... )

The part that stings the most; even if he’ll never admit it, even not to his wife and most certainly not to his son or grandson, is how grateful he is that Scorpius is still alive. Every day, Lucius can raise and expect to be greeted by his grandson’s shining face, those sharp blue eyes (his eyes…), and that sharper mind. Every day, he can see his ( Read more... )