thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

"What they think no longer matters." Melinda raised a slender silver brow pointedly. "But it haunts you, makes you challenge your own thoughts, what they said. Lucius... tell me something. What opinion do you hold higher - that of the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord, or that of your family? Which is more worthy to listen to, to hold closer to your heart and believe your self-worth on? I would say that no one's opinion but your own counts, but we both know that would be a lie. We all worry and concern ourselves with the thoughts of others. The difference is who we chose to base those feelings on."

"Ultimately its my family. I was simply explaining at the time that's what was going on. None of them understood what I had and that had been my support and as you said what saved us," Lucius replied.

"As for our society I don't think they will ever understand or try to for the sake that we had lied and didn't help in the second war after changing sides... But we had. Narcissa lied to the Dark Lord which bought Harry more time."

'Harry', not Potter. An interesting notation to make. Melinda nodded in response to Lucius' words, tapping her fingers before deciding to go down that route, slightly. "Yet it was Harry Potter that spoke on behalf of your family, though in private hearing instead of public." Harry had very much gone 'underground' after his defeat of the Dark Lord, visiting only relatives and hiding out from the media. "You were pardoned, even if others do not believe. ...Do you believe you should have been pardoned?"

"There are days where I feel as if I shouldn't have been pardoned. I feel that it would have taken the weight of my crimes from my wife and son. Not that I think I would have been able to survive going to Azkaban a second time. I barely survived the first time I was there and that was only for a short amount of time." Lucius quietly explained.

At this point he didn't care what Harry Potter did. They both played their parts and now he simply wanted to be left alone. He was grateful for the fact that Harry Potter had spoke on behalf of his family and believed that they no longer owed each other in debt.

Narcissa had saved his life, and Harry had saved all of theirs in turn. He thought much the same as Lucius, that all debts had been repaid. The elder Malfoys though he wanted nothing to do with and it would most likely remain like that for the remainder of their lives. Some peace had been made with Draco, but it was only a faint peace, perhaps almost grudging.

She quietly agreed with Lucius that he would never have survived a second round of going to Azkaban. He just wasn't the kind of person who could mentally survive the damage that hellhole did. "And what is it that bothers you the most of it all? What crime do you feel you still believe you deserve to be punished for the most?"

"I've done quite a bit in my time...especially during the first war." Lucius reluctantly admitted. He really didn't want to go into detail of what he had done. Not many knew the full stories behind them and only went for the little bits and pieces they had learned. Most were all assumptions.

"I had been in my prime and had everything going for me. Many had every right to fear and hate me for what I have done."

For Lucius, it was the perfect world - where male, wizard, pure-blood, rich? He would have ruled all. He even had that for the most part going before Voldemort came into place, but the pure-bloods had all wanted more. It had all led to the First Wizarding War, and Lucius had profited from it.

"That's avoiding my question entirely, don't think I missed that." Melinda gave him a cool look. "Something still remains with you, badly enough that you punish yourself for it today."

He gave a wary sigh and there was a subtle twitch from his right cheek. Something that Melinda probably noticed when ever he got nervous or was hiding stuff he didn't want to discuss.

"Aside from using the unforgivable curses...I've worked with poisons and other dark arts. I've taken in torturing Muggles...people who weren't pureblood (that also fit into people like Remus and Melinda, but he was extremely reluctant to even say that here) or those who supported Muggles..." Basically anyone that wasn't a pureblood was a target.

Melinda simply waited out the sighs and twitches that she had grown used to, remaining near perfectly still with her hands folded in her lap. She understood the kind of people Lucius went after during the war, knew through Remus what she was getting into when she started this. Someone in her position needed to be neutral to the person she was attempting to help, provided they no longer seemed an actual threat. Lucius had been riding that line between a danger and simply mentally ill; Remus had picked the right time to call on someone like her, the kind St. Mungo's would have needed to speak to.

Now, the tie back to their original point of discussion. "Did any of this occur within the manor, or was this done previous to its outside occupation?"

"Some of this occurred in the mannor...but not by my hand. I was forced to keep the people they wanted in our cellar. Some of them had even been Draco's classmates, along with a teacher. They had been take to ensure cooperation from their parents. And the teacher was a supporter of Muggles and someone they wanted to use as an example."

He looked away when speaking quite ashamed to have this going on in his house and having no say in the matter. It was quick to assume that he lead the torture and was okay with it from their perspectives...but it was quite the opposite.

Interesting. Melinda had not assumed as such, but she had not been sure how far, and how long, it had gone on. Here was one of the crux of their issues, and while Lucius was displeased with the subject, he was still reacting better than expected,, so she pressed on. "Why was it different when it was then, instead of before? Was the only difference that of it being in your home, or that now you had a son as well?" Given Draco had only been an infant when the first war had suddenly ended.

"I had my son to take care of. Draco became my priority. I didn't want him to be associated with all of that. I never wanted him to be a Death Eater. He may have been taught the various Dark Arts...but as for participating in anything I was involved in...that was something I didn't want." Lucius got a little heated at the mention of his son. Having his son involved in his affairs was a sore subject for him. It took a moment for him to calm down before he went on.

"This had also been done in my own home against my will. They wanted me to take all the blame for what went on in the mannor."

"So it was not the morality of what was occurring, but the fact that it was happening in your home where you did not wish to see it?" Melinda questioned, challenged with a raised brow. "That having it in the manor would tarnish your name as it was discovered?"

It was a gentle pushing, but each session came with a certain set of challenges that had to be over come if they were to get anywhere.

There was a long silence as Lucius dwelled on Melinda's question. Most of it was spent fighting with himself to admitting a few things that showed he was changing. "At first it was because this was taking place in my home...but later I began to realize how wrong I had been to support such a cause and that a lot of what was happening was unnecessary." The students, staff, and a few others Lucius felt had been overboard.

Part of her job was to evaluate honesty and sanity in each question and answer given to her, to see past the possible issues of the mind that surrounded the words of her patients. She listened carefully to this particular response, knowing well Lucius had the state of mind to want to give a possibly more socially correct answer instead of the truth, to hide some of his shame, but she felt that some, if not most, of the latter was supplied in honest truth though she wondered if truly all of it.

"Those that were brought to your home that were once Draco's fellow students and teachers. Do you believe that it was them that were the reason they were there, or perhaps... it was more against your own son? An excellent, horrible manner of cowing someone with Draco's potential when there is someone else important in the young man's life - you and his mother."

Lucuis hadn't thought if it on those terms. He could see the Dark Lord using them as an example to control Draco. And as a result hurt himself and Narcissa more. "It is quiet possible. They've been trying to get him to participate more and it took my abscence for him to be persuaded to join. Only, I feel he realized too late that he couldn't change his mind once he joined. Especially when faced with people he knew."

The Dark Lord was very crafty in his means of controlling people. With Draco faltering, he would stop at nothing to use the boy till he wasn't needed.

Melinda nodded, then sat back as she thought. That could work. Her tone remained calm and casual, though not so casual as to be insulting that this wasn't quite important of a topic. "I have never seen the Malfoy manor. Tell me about it?"

She wanted to see if he would describe any of the individual rooms and if he steered away from or had a reaction to any room in particular.

Lucius was grateful for the change of subject and began describing the place. Everyone had their own section of the house allowing them more privacy then most. There were vast libraries filled with various topics that had been collected since the place was built. An elaborate kitchen that had one point staffed a big group of house elves. Various paintings and antiques filled the rooms. He spoke of the elaborate gardens thet had and the peacocks that used to run around along with the irish wolf hounds. A cat at one point used to prowl the grounds and the barn for the owls.

He easily avoided the drawing room where Bellatrix liked to torture people like Hermoine. The cellars were left unmentioned along with the dinning room that used to host grand dinners and parties. Instead that was where the Dark Lord had held his meetings. He also avoided the music room where he was often turtured infront of his family.

It was clear that there were mixed emotions about the place and at times he had a hard time discussing it.

Melinda had been prepared for this session, which had started with speaking quietly to Narcissa about the home. Learning about the layout in general, the room set up, so when Lucius failed to mention specific rooms, she made a mental note of it. Drawing Room. Cellars. Dining room. Music room. Those would be the targeted places they would need to work on.

It felt a bit like the roulette wheel to pick where to start.

"You and Draco are excellent on the piano. I had no idea you could play so well." She made her choice, and started moving in that direction with an easier topic.

Lucius studied her trying to understand where she was going. He frowned a bit when the piano had been brought up. He had deliberately not mentioned the music room. He understood she was approaching it on the more happier times, but it still didn't go by unnoticed.

He gave a guarded nod in response. "I started teaching Draco when he was four. If anyone played the piano he was usually at our feet or sitting on the bench."

Despite guarding his responses a small smile managed to slip through as he discussed the earlier days.

Lucius was far from a stupid man, she knew that much. It wasn't about tricking him or trying to blind side him, but slowly ease their way into more difficult conversations, try to replace the dark memories with something better. It was possible, but it was a tricky task.

Those smiles were rare and welcomed. Good. "Do you remember the first piece you taught him? Or perhaps have a more memoriable piece that sticks out in you mind that you two shared?"

"Well for started that particular piece that Draco played a few days ago. Draco is a quick learned and usually had no problem mastering a piece in a few days. This one had been more advanced for him. I had purposely given him a harder piece seeing that he was getting bored with what I had been giving him."

Lucius replied after a pause. While it proved to be a challenge for Draco, it caused a lot of frustration for the boy who was used to being able to get things done correctly with ease.

"You two played it beautifully together," Melinda said in all honesty. "It was obvious how much it made all of you, even Narcissa, happy to hear it again."

She paused herself, only to take the time to recall the melody in her mind, before she starting humming it softly. Thanks to her curse, even her humming had that quiet, impossible echo to it, something haunting. Her expression, however, only silently asked Lucius if she had it correct or not.

"Yes...for a long time our homes had no music that in the past had enriched our lives. I am glad to have it back again." It made him realize how important music became to the family. It brought them together and had helped heal as well. With out music there had been a giant gap that Lucius had refused to acknowledge when things were getting dark.

Hearing her hum the melody held his attention. He managed to give a nod to let her know it was correct.

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Good. She would be able to build on that happier memory and use it to gently ease off the pain of the worse ones. "I want you to close your eyes, Lucius," she said softly, building her voice on her own humming's echo. "Close your eyes and imagine the music room in your home, seated at the piano, with your fingers on the keys. Play along with the music."

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