Narcissa
Before
Bodies littered the bloody streets. Screaming echoing in the dark, cackling. He stood drenched from the rain.
This wasn’t what he wanted, but it was unfortunately what he got.
War was war.
Muggles didn’t like being ordered…
They were free spirited, had minds of their own. They liked freedom and had families of their own to protect. As a man he understood and respected that fact. It mattered not…
He had his orders.
The ministry wanted them under thumb.
It was happening in every country. Each government was being toppled, every ministry of magic or version of it wanted power over those without magic.
To be above.
To be in charge.
No more hiding.
Lucius made sure Narcissa was safe. They’d only been married two months. He needed his family. His legacy secure. His morality couldn’t linger forever… he had to bite his tongue and fight.
He raised his wand and moved on.
Now
”Callum, do you truly believe they won’t attempt to rise up against us at some point? That is naive.” Lucius stated.
He shook his head. “Not really, they won’t risk their families if they can… not without a certain victory. We have so many bonds in place. It’s been a peaceful time thus far, gone smoothly since the war. Why would they want to now?”
”you are of course right as always.” But, even as he reassured the Minister, Lucius knew why.
He would fight.
He would always have fought for his own family… for freedom if he was them…
He didn’t blame them.
Draco, Narcissa, they were his world.
The muggles would not remain dormant. The bonds in pls would fall. Callum, the others within the Ministry of Magic United Alliance Worldwide were fooling themselves.
Humans, magic or non, despised chains.