Aleksander Morozova arrived at the Manor two weeks after Draco returned from Hogwarts, and he could feel the man’s eyes on him constantly, assessing, calculating. Lucius was too overwhelmed by someone visiting him that wasn’t the DMLE officer assigned to him to notice what was wrong with Aleksander’s eyes, what lurked behind them, and Narcissa had grown too accustomed to pretend reality didn’t exist to stop her son from orbiting closer and closer to the strange man who walked their halls, who had not aged a day since Lucius had first met him twenty years before.