At first your father was full of boundless enthusiasm for the Dark Lord's teachings and philosophies, and supported him wholeheartedly. The violence Lucius had no real taste for, and treated as a necessary unpleasantness, for "the greater good'. He believed in the Dark Lord's cause – we both did. And then you were born. Perfect. Innocent. Our greatest treasure. And we were even more determined to make sure the world you grew up in was...as it should be. A world not contaminated by lesser beings who thought themselves our equals – a world where everyone knew their place, and was content to keep within their natural bounds.