Remedial Evil

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Chapter 1

If evil is inevitable, how are the wicked held accountable? Nay, why do we call men wicked at all? Evil is inevitable but is also remedial. Horace Mann

Lucius Malfoy threw open the doors to his manor, startling the house elf that was dusting the floor. "Summon my son," he snarled at it, walking briskly towards the stairs.

"But Master, the Young Master is at Hogwarts," the small elf said, it's voice quavering with fear.

"I am well aware of where my son is at the moment," Lucius hissed at it. "I didn't ask for a debate on my knowledge of Draco's whereabouts I told you to bring my son to me and that is what you are going to do." With every syllable spoken the elf had shrunken away from him a little more and by the end of the speech the pitiful thing was cowering on the floor and shaking like a leaf. With a sigh of pure annoyance, Lucius turned his back on it and swept up the stairs to his bedroom.

As soon as he opened the door his eyes went immediately to his wife. As always, he was struck by the pale magnificence that was Narcissa Malfoy. She complimented him in every way, though many thought her nothing more than an ornament, and an expensive one at that. Her icy beauty and calculating mind had surprised him when he had first met her, almost as much as the passion she could evoke in him with such ease. The most amazing thing though, as far as he was concerned, was that she felt exactly the same way about him. "Lucius, darling, I wasn't expecting you back for a few more hours," Narcissa said as she removed her earrings and laid them on her dresser.

Lucius did not reply; he merely tossed his Deatheater mask onto the floor along with his outer robe and sank down onto his bed. Narcissa looked over at him, concern evident on her face. "Love? Are you all right?"

"I did something I could be proud of today, Narcissa," he said quietly.

A strange look crossed Narcissa's face at his words, part pride and part horror. "By Merlin," she whispered, walking over to stand before her husband. She took in the numb expression on his face and pulled him against her, cradling his head to her chest. "Does he know?"

Lucius wrapped his arms around her, pressing himself more closely against her before pulling back. "Not yet," he replied, "but I cannot hide it for long."

She nodded, her expression calm, though her face was pale. "What are you going to do?"

"The only thing I can do," Lucius said wearily. "I have to try and kill him before he can kill you or Draco." He gazed longingly up at her, begging her to understand this. "There is only one way to be sure."

Narcissa's expression did not change. "I know," She closed her eyes and held him tighter.

"I love you," he whispered.

She smiled, a tear sliding down her cheek and she quickly brushed it away. "I know that too."

"I sent Nilly to pick up Draco," he said softly.

"How long will it be before he arrives?" Narcissa asked, pressing a kiss against his forehead.

Lucius met her eyes questioningly. "About an hour, I'd say." He knew the Headmaster will have to be alerted to his summons and then Draco would still have to awake and dress himself before that useless elf could apparate him here."

"That will be long enough," Narcissa said, disentangling herself from her husband and going to a large chest at the foot of their bed. She knelt and opened it, rummaging past her monogrammed linens and black handkerchiefs to uncover two small vials. She took the green one herself and held out the red one to Lucius.

"A fertility potion?" Lucius asked, understanding with the typical Slytherin astuteness exactly what she was asking of him.

She drank the potion down swiftly. "If you are leaving me forever, I want everything of you that I can possibly obtain," Narcissa told him, trying to sound perfectly rational and detached from the situation. She knew it wouldn't fool Lucius, but at least she could keep her sorrow from showing on her face. It was enough that she was breaking on the inside.

"I didn't need a potion last time," Lucius objected mildly, drinking it down with a slight grimace at the taste.

"Last time it took three tries for me to conceive," Narcissa replied with a slight smirk. "I don't think we have that much time." She crossed over to stand in front of her husband.

Lucius reached out and wrapped his arms about his wife. "You doubt me, my love?" he asked, one eyebrow raised and an amused smile on his face.

She turned in his arms, pointing her wand at the door to lock and ward it before turning back to him. Narcissa grinned up at the man she had married. "Let's just say that I don't believe you have the same stamina that you possessed sixteen years ago."

"While I deny your ludicrous, nonsensical charge, darling, let me assure you that I have more than enough motivation to make up for any failings resulting from age." He smirked right back at her. "Come to think of it, aren't you only a year younger than I?"

Narcissa pressed her lips to his in lieu of a reply. He broke away from her. "You're just trying to distract me from the fact that you are much older than you have been telling me all these years." Another kiss ensued, this one deeper and considerably longer. Lucius didn't bother trying to speak after that. He merely pulled his wife onto the bed and made the best of their short time together.