She thought of Lucius suddenly. She had barely known him. Draco never spoke fondly of him, and he'd said very little of his mother after she had passed. What little he had divulged of his childhood to her, it seemed dark and sterile of much emotion except for the love his mother had showered on him. And how often had that been? If what Draco had said was true, his father hadn't much approved of Narcissa doting on Draco, that he had made sure that Draco had been indoctrinated into Voldemort and the Death Eater's culture from a young age to harden him. Judging by the way Draco insisted that Lucio not be over-coddled, that he be stripped of his innocence by pulling back the curtain on their grotesque relationship, it seemed he was intent on following his father's rules of raising a son.