Her son collapsed in his chair, his face ashen grey. She continued on, merciless.
“The parents of your Housemates took the Mark after they were married and at least pregnant with their heirs. But you will notice that every single one of them who have bragged about serving Riddle have no siblings, either older or younger. Now consider the neutral families, those who chose their own path and will not follow Riddle or Dumbledore. The Greengrasses. Davies. The Patils. The Changs. The Li family. All families with multiple children, and, interestingly enough, all girl children. Magic herself is screaming into the abyss, my son, and no one is listening.” She stopped, breathing hard, and closed her eyes. “The point is, this whole conflict is a bundle of lies and contradictions, and neither side is favorable to us. But in every war…”
“…there’s always a third side.” Draco finished slowly.
“Yes. You may have noticed Lucius’s convenient absence from the manor at the moment. He is at the Ministry, arrested for possession of a dangerous Dark Artifact.” She said coolly, sitting back down in her chair. “The Weasley girl confessed that she found the diary that possessed her last year in her stack of books directly after her father’s and Lucius’s confrontation. Harry Potter has proclaimed that he saw Lucius slip the diary into the cauldron. Truth spell of your father confirmed the whole story, as well as revealed the original owner.” She paused at his look of confusion. “You did hear about all of this, didn’t you? That whole ‘Heir of Slytherin’ nonsense?”
He hadn’t, not to this detail, but he nodded anyway so that she would keep going.
“Moody, that devious old badger, also slipped in a question of whether or not Lucius was truly coerced into taking the Dark Mark.” She added smugly. “Unfortunately, that wasn’t what he was in for, so the evidence isn’t actually admissible, but it is still a hard hit against his carefully cultivated reputation and image. Also, James Potter is alive.”
Draco stared at her in shock and dismay. “That’s…not possible.”
“Oh, but it is.” Concentrating hard on the image of James in her mind – fully clothed – she drew it out of her mind and into the Pensieve, then set it to project, so that they could both view it. “This is him, not even a week ago. How he is alive is another story, one I don’t even know the full details of, but I assure you, James Potter is very much alive.” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the massive understatement, but admitting exactly how well she knew James was alive was not a truth that her thirteen year old son was ready to hear. Draco was well used ot the coldly formal relationship that she and Lucius maintained, so any thought of his mother in an ardent and intimate embrace with the man whom he had just learned was his biological father was completely beyond his reckoning at this time.
“You’re leaving father to join him.” he stated, staring at the image with narrowed eyes. “Him and Potter – Harry.”
“You cannot leave if you were never there. I doubt he will even notice or miss my presence for very long.” She answered gently. “In the eyes of Magic, I am still unwed, Draco. It is only the laws of man which name me his wife, and even now I could go to the Ministry and have our marriage annulled. Completely dissolved, as if it never happened. I already have the papers citing breach of contract for being unable to produce and heir of his body and blood. With the death of Regulus and the incarceration of Sirius, I became Lady Black, and the rightful legal heir and owner of all of our properties, holdings, and assets. Lucius also forfeits everything – this manor, all of his other properties, money, stocks. Everything. The only thing he has left right now is his precious name and bloodline, which dies with him.”