“We are in a precarious position, Lucius.” Narcissa snapped. “You escaped that Azkaban charge by the tip of your wand, and everyone knows it. As a result, we as a family have to be above reproach even more, so there is no reason to openly suspect if and when,” she swallowed. “The Dark Lord comes back.”
That caught his attention, and his beady grey eyes glittered as he stared at her. “You believe that he will return, then?”
“I don’t believe that a one year old child could have done what adults could not.” She replied evenly. “I believe something else happened that night which killed his body, but did not vanquish the spirit. This isn’t over.”
“But until then, we must continue our work in secret.” Lucius murmured. “Yes. Thank you, Narcissa, for your counsel. I agree with you in this instance, and will not object to Draco being aware of and understanding the Muggle world. They at least have their own certain…amusement.” His voice hardened. “If he should encounter any Mudbloods, however, I will not condone a friendship or relationship with them. They are vermin, dirty, not of the Wizarding world or the Muggle one, which should be completely separate. Those are my terms, wife.”
She inclined her head slightly, but did not lower her gaze. “As you wish, my lord.”
She could feel his hard gaze on her as she swept from the room, her head high. At the door, however, she hesitated. “There is another matter to which I would speak of, my lord.”
“Very well. Quickly.”
She let her lip curl slightly, but said calmly, “My cousin, Sirius Black, was wrongfully sent to Azkaban without a trial. You, my lord, would be an unexpected advocate to seeing him released.”
“Why would I waste my time, effort, and money to do that?” he scoffed.
“A few reasons. First, he is still the heir to one of the oldest and purest families in Britain, which puts many things in limbo should he die without an heir – or a declaration of one.” She said pointedly. “Secondly, you know he is not a loyal Death Eater. You were the Dark Lord’s second in command, Lucius, and privy to His secrets and plans. Do you remember seeing Sirius at the meetings? Surely such a coup as convincing James Potter’s best friend and wand brother to betray everything and everyone he loved would have been something to be celebrated!”
Lucius considered this with a dark frown. “That is true.” He said, not answering her question. “Still, why on Earth would I expend my resources to help him?”
“Because you also know who the true traitor is!” Narcissa prompted impatiently. “And if you capture that person and turn him in, you would be a hero! Those fools at the Ministry will be groveling at your feet, and there will certainly be no more talk of Lucius Malfoy the Death Eater! Dumbledore himself would have to admit to ignorance as well, since he too believed that Sirius was the traitor, and as the Supreme Mugwump still allowed my cousin to be incarcerated without a trial!”
The mention of the hated wizard convinced him.
“You present a very compelling argument.” He murmured. “Very well. I cannot move forward on this until I find the true traitor, who has no doubt gone to ground and disappeared like the little rat he is. I do, however, know some places to look. It will take time.”
“Whatever it takes,” she said firmly. “There is nothing but benefit to be gained from this.”