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Lucius Malfoy has never disobeyed his father in his entire life. Yet, this he will not accept. The betrothal contract in his hands, as explained, is intolerable.
“No.”
Abraxas Malfoy stares at his son, disbelieving. “No?”
“No, I will not bond with Narcissa Black,” Lucius says. Nothing will make him change his mind.
“Lucius, as your Paterfamilias–”
“Narcissa has Light Magic,” Lucius interrupts his father, for the first time ever. “I don’t know how the Blacks managed to convince you otherwise, but she would be lucky to carry one child to term for me. Her magic would poison our children in the womb. If their plan is to weaken our family and heirs, they couldn’t have chosen a better sacrifice.”
Abraxas scowls ferociously and snatches the betrothal contract back. He draws his wand and snarls, “Incendio!”
Lucius snatches the contract back with a smirk. “Don’t be so hasty, Father. Walburga Black foolishly signed this in Blood and Magic without specifying the name of my bride in writing. For once, her greed will benefit our family.”
“Oh?” asks Abraxas, a dark smirk growing across his face.
“For attempting to destroy our family, I’m going to deprive Heiress Walburga of the only person she has ever loved in her miserable life,” Lucius states.
He writes “Regina Isolda Black” before signing the contract in Blood and Magic. Her magic is as Black as her name, and will strengthen his heirs tenfold.
This will bring the Malfoy family into a greatness it has never enjoyed before; he can feel it in his bones. For what need does the Magical World have for a mere Dark Lord, when it can have a Black Queen?