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Written for Lamia's Daily Prompt Competition.

Malfoys Don't Cry

Malfoys do not cry. They do not show emotion in public. They are stoic, they are calculating, they are powerful. That is the way Lucius was brought up by his father, and he had followed pattern and brought Draco up the same way.

Malfoys are strong. They do not allow ridiculous emotion to change their opinions or decisions. They do the best thing for themselves and screw everybody else. Malfoys are not cowards, but they will always self serve. What is best for the world might not be what's best for a Malfoy, but for a Malfoy, only what is best for them matters.

Lucus thought he was being strong, and calculating, and doing the best for his family when he joined the Dark Lord. He thought he was correct in his beliefs that pure bloods should reign over all those of lesser status, and Lord Voldemort would be the one to take them into a new era where blood purity would win out.

That at belief was, in the end, what broke Lucius Malfoy. As he slumped to the floor beside the body of his dead wife, tears fell to his cheeks as all that he knew, all that he had been taught fell apart around him. For none of it mattered anymore.

It mattered not how strong, or calculating, or emotionless a Malfoy could be, because Lucius realised that without the woman he loved by his side, the Malfoy name meant nothing.