“Do you truly hate him so much?” Draco said wistfully, looking and sounding suddenly much younger than his thirteen years.
Narcissa sighed, considering him – and her answer – for a long moment. She knew that this was truly a lot to comprehend and process, but she had never coddled him like Lucius had. Her fierce little dragon was so much stronger and more resilient than even he knew, so she knew he would get through this.
“I do not hate Lucius.” She answered finally. “He is not worth even the effort that excessive emotion would take. Lucius Malfoy was a means to an end, and now that end is finally in sight.”
“And where does that leave me?”
“At a fork in the road. On one side is Lucius and Tom Riddle. On the opposite side is Dumbledore and his Order. Will you take one of the easy, clear paths, into darkness or or light, but blinding so that you must follow on faith alone? OR will you forge a new path into the unknown grey, with lightening to lead the way?”