"If you say another word, Lucius, I swear by Merlin that you will never see your son ever again," Severus hissed in a voice so cold that it could have frozen Lucius’ soul. He had tried so hard to not let those memories affect him anymore, but here Lucius was, dragging them out. Narcissa wiped the tears out of her eyes. "He is my godson. One word to Albus Dumbledore, and he will rally the entire Wizengamot against you. I will gladly donate this conversation right now. Dumbledore won’t hesitate to turn a Malfoy to his side. How would that feel? Your pathetic house, destroyed."