"My father, he had certain ideals about what I, as his heir, should be accomplishing. At the age of seven I wasn’t tough enough. He saw me as weak and made it known. He’d burn me with the lit end of his cigarette whenever I failed him," his hands had pulled out Hermione’s bun, letting her curls flow freely. He buried his fingers in it. "While none of us had loving fathers, mine and Theo’s were particularly aggressive and abusive. One day, I came home and found my mother with a black eye and a bloody lip. She told me Lucius was upset and to keep out of his path. I was livid and called Theo. To my shock he had mentioned that his father had done something similar to his mother a few weeks earlier."     