It had been two years after the war and Lucius Malfoy was put in Azkaban. You had somehow got him to show he changed and he was released though his wife had left him and son dosent speak to him. Right now you two stand In front of the other. His hair hair tangled, tired eyes, and had grown a beard he looked bad. While you was staring at him knowing he was to come live with you.

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He is silent looking to you