Lucius Malfoy's Second Wife - COMPLETE
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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25
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28
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Reasons
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Chapter Nineteen - Reasons
It took Olivia five days to bring her husband back to any lucidity. Each night in her small room in the inn she sat and cried and allowed her own terror out to torment her. She wasn’t strong enough to brush off the horrific circumstances of her present life with Lucius. But she managed to call her father and let him know what was happening and to ask him to send three magicell phones to her at the post office of the small fishing village.
As Lucius gained awareness he was horrified to find Livvy in his cell. He tried to deny her through the Warden, but the Warden was enjoying his new magicell phones and didn’t listen to him. Lucius learned from Livvy that the estate was protected by her father and his lawyer as he had planned. That was one major worry that dropped away from him.
As he got stronger, the dementors began an onslaught again. Olivia was never able to completely protect Lucius, but it was usually a standoff. He wasn’t aware of the clashes of minds going on in his cell keeping the dementors out, but only knew that Olivia sometimes had a hard time in the small space. He was feeling mild vibrations of discomfort and thought she was unhappy visiting him. He wanted her to leave and not come back. She finally showed him the adapted magicell phone and he was desperate enough to accept them if he could talk to her sometimes when she wasn’t in the cell with him. He felt better with her at a safe distance from Azkaban. Whenever the dementors began to enter his mind, he would call her and the connection to her helped him repulse them.
Olivia and Lucius both knew the moment was coming when they had to talk about what had brought him to Azkaban and they both dreaded it for the same and for differing reasons. They were both putting it off; instead they focused on making Lucius’ tiny cell more habitable. Olivia was also bringing in basic necessities for other prisoners because she was meeting some of their relatives in the small inn on the Scottish shore. Several of the relatives hadn’t been able to get into the prison before Olivia’s advent, but now a few more were visiting their loved ones, too. More relatives came and started complaining about the poor food, forcing the Ministry of Magic to improve the rations at the prison. The Warden was euphoric because he had to eat the same fare.
The days moved slowly, but the day came when Olivia and Lucius knew it was time. He was almost back to his normal self with his full faculties again. His guilt was now crushing him and she could feel it. She was intensely disappointed in his behavior but always acknowledged his generous help for her family. And she still wasn’t telling him about her empathic abilities. Nothing was black and white in their relationship. Their marriage was at stake and they both knew it.
“Lucius, tell me about the Ministry raid,” Olivia opened the discussion. “I don’t understand what was so important that you were willing to lose your freedom and good name, and jeopardize our marriage.” She sat stone-faced looking directly at him.
Lucius responded defensively, “In our community, the magic folk have been dwindling for a long time. Fewer and fewer wizards and witches are born every year. Having some marry outside our community and into the Muggle ranks has been weakening us. The Purebloods have been getting scarce next to Halfbloods and even Muggleborns. Our bloodlines have been thinning, causing the loss of magical children. Lord Voldemort is leading a rebellion toward regaining control of the magical world. He wants to remove us from all contact with the Muggles.” Lucius looked down, “and he plans to eradicate the Muggles to allow only magical folk in the world.”
Olivia was appalled. Her husband was part of this plan for genocide? Her heart sank into her toes. She had never known him. She had only seen a shadow of the man who was her husband. How could she have felt his emotions so plainly and yet have missed this elemental part of who he was? She struggled against her shock at her husband’s actions, “So you wholeheartedly agree with him?”
“I haven’t been wholeheartedly in agreement with him for a long time now, but I do think that our magical world is at risk. It’s why he wanted me to have more Pureblood children.” Too late, he realized maybe he shouldn’t have said that. He gritted his teeth; he would never have made such a slip had he been at home.
“So our children were to be part of your homage to your ‘Dark Liege’? How many children were you supposed to father for him? Is he out fathering his own children too? How many baby factories have been recruited for him?” Olivia was so disappointed she was reeling, seeing his depression over her miscarriage in a new light.
Lucius answered, “It’s true I was pressured into marrying again for more children, but please believe my marriage to you soon became more than that.” Lucius continued with some heat, “I was being coerced into making babies, while being terrified at what would happen to them when they got older. I really didn’t want any more children at all, with that in their futures. And yet losing our unborn child was devastating to me, not for empire-building reasons, but because I lost our baby, my baby. I remember Draco as an infant. I felt hollowed out. It still hurts.” He ended, “I let Draco and Narcissa escape to Europe to avoid having my son mixed up in Voldemort’s plans.” Lucius wanted to hold Olivia but decided he needed to let her absorb his past without distracting her.
Olivia believed him but wasn’t finished with her questions. She went onto another tack, “Did you actually study the thinning of the ranks of wizards and witches? Is there research that shows increasing the number of Purebloods strengthens our numbers? Are more magical children born to Purebloods than to Halfbloods?” Olivia went on relentlessly, “Is wizard or witch ability tied to the purity of the magical blood of the child?” She finished, “Or did you blindly follow the ravings of a megalomaniac who I am told is himself a Halfblood?” Olivia was taking Lucius apart and now he was getting angry. She could feel every nuance of his reaction but was still angry and hurt herself.
Lucius didn’t have any answers for her questions about the research. To him it was more an instinct and as such was indefensible with absolutes. He faced her squarely and said, “All I can do now is apologize for jeopardizing our future. I cannot change the past and I will be spending five years of my life in hell to atone for it.” He went on, “I will probably never be accepted back into the magical community in England even after I get out of Azkaban. I know I have dragged you into this disaster. Stupidly, it never occurred to me that I could get caught.” He laughed mirthlessly, “I suppose all convicts say that.” Lucius ran down at that point. What was the use?
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Chapter Nineteen - Reasons
It took Olivia five days to bring her husband back to any lucidity. Each night in her small room in the inn she sat and cried and allowed her own terror out to torment her. She wasn’t strong enough to brush off the horrific circumstances of her present life with Lucius. But she managed to call her father and let him know what was happening and to ask him to send three magicell phones to her at the post office of the small fishing village.
As Lucius gained awareness he was horrified to find Livvy in his cell. He tried to deny her through the Warden, but the Warden was enjoying his new magicell phones and didn’t listen to him. Lucius learned from Livvy that the estate was protected by her father and his lawyer as he had planned. That was one major worry that dropped away from him.
As he got stronger, the dementors began an onslaught again. Olivia was never able to completely protect Lucius, but it was usually a standoff. He wasn’t aware of the clashes of minds going on in his cell keeping the dementors out, but only knew that Olivia sometimes had a hard time in the small space. He was feeling mild vibrations of discomfort and thought she was unhappy visiting him. He wanted her to leave and not come back. She finally showed him the adapted magicell phone and he was desperate enough to accept them if he could talk to her sometimes when she wasn’t in the cell with him. He felt better with her at a safe distance from Azkaban. Whenever the dementors began to enter his mind, he would call her and the connection to her helped him repulse them.
Olivia and Lucius both knew the moment was coming when they had to talk about what had brought him to Azkaban and they both dreaded it for the same and for differing reasons. They were both putting it off; instead they focused on making Lucius’ tiny cell more habitable. Olivia was also bringing in basic necessities for other prisoners because she was meeting some of their relatives in the small inn on the Scottish shore. Several of the relatives hadn’t been able to get into the prison before Olivia’s advent, but now a few more were visiting their loved ones, too. More relatives came and started complaining about the poor food, forcing the Ministry of Magic to improve the rations at the prison. The Warden was euphoric because he had to eat the same fare.
The days moved slowly, but the day came when Olivia and Lucius knew it was time. He was almost back to his normal self with his full faculties again. His guilt was now crushing him and she could feel it. She was intensely disappointed in his behavior but always acknowledged his generous help for her family. And she still wasn’t telling him about her empathic abilities. Nothing was black and white in their relationship. Their marriage was at stake and they both knew it.
“Lucius, tell me about the Ministry raid,” Olivia opened the discussion. “I don’t understand what was so important that you were willing to lose your freedom and good name, and jeopardize our marriage.” She sat stone-faced looking directly at him.
Lucius responded defensively, “In our community, the magic folk have been dwindling for a long time. Fewer and fewer wizards and witches are born every year. Having some marry outside our community and into the Muggle ranks has been weakening us. The Purebloods have been getting scarce next to Halfbloods and even Muggleborns. Our bloodlines have been thinning, causing the loss of magical children. Lord Voldemort is leading a rebellion toward regaining control of the magical world. He wants to remove us from all contact with the Muggles.” Lucius looked down, “and he plans to eradicate the Muggles to allow only magical folk in the world.”
Olivia was appalled. Her husband was part of this plan for genocide? Her heart sank into her toes. She had never known him. She had only seen a shadow of the man who was her husband. How could she have felt his emotions so plainly and yet have missed this elemental part of who he was? She struggled against her shock at her husband’s actions, “So you wholeheartedly agree with him?”
“I haven’t been wholeheartedly in agreement with him for a long time now, but I do think that our magical world is at risk. It’s why he wanted me to have more Pureblood children.” Too late, he realized maybe he shouldn’t have said that. He gritted his teeth; he would never have made such a slip had he been at home.
“So our children were to be part of your homage to your ‘Dark Liege’? How many children were you supposed to father for him? Is he out fathering his own children too? How many baby factories have been recruited for him?” Olivia was so disappointed she was reeling, seeing his depression over her miscarriage in a new light.
Lucius answered, “It’s true I was pressured into marrying again for more children, but please believe my marriage to you soon became more than that.” Lucius continued with some heat, “I was being coerced into making babies, while being terrified at what would happen to them when they got older. I really didn’t want any more children at all, with that in their futures. And yet losing our unborn child was devastating to me, not for empire-building reasons, but because I lost our baby, my baby. I remember Draco as an infant. I felt hollowed out. It still hurts.” He ended, “I let Draco and Narcissa escape to Europe to avoid having my son mixed up in Voldemort’s plans.” Lucius wanted to hold Olivia but decided he needed to let her absorb his past without distracting her.
Olivia believed him but wasn’t finished with her questions. She went onto another tack, “Did you actually study the thinning of the ranks of wizards and witches? Is there research that shows increasing the number of Purebloods strengthens our numbers? Are more magical children born to Purebloods than to Halfbloods?” Olivia went on relentlessly, “Is wizard or witch ability tied to the purity of the magical blood of the child?” She finished, “Or did you blindly follow the ravings of a megalomaniac who I am told is himself a Halfblood?” Olivia was taking Lucius apart and now he was getting angry. She could feel every nuance of his reaction but was still angry and hurt herself.
Lucius didn’t have any answers for her questions about the research. To him it was more an instinct and as such was indefensible with absolutes. He faced her squarely and said, “All I can do now is apologize for jeopardizing our future. I cannot change the past and I will be spending five years of my life in hell to atone for it.” He went on, “I will probably never be accepted back into the magical community in England even after I get out of Azkaban. I know I have dragged you into this disaster. Stupidly, it never occurred to me that I could get caught.” He laughed mirthlessly, “I suppose all convicts say that.” Lucius ran down at that point. What was the use?