On the other hand Lucius had a barely human man-child obsessed with immortality instead of blood purity and preservation of heritage sitting in his home. The Dark Lord was nothing more than a loose cannon and extremely powerful one at that. The world seemed to have started to divided itself into dark and light again since that blasted World Cup and Lucius preferred the grey. He knew he couldn’t trust either of these power hungry lunatics to do anything sensible. He’d lived through the last wizarding war. He’d come back alive and had managed to build a world for himself. He was not about let his son go through a war. Never! And he knew just the man to could put a stop to all this.