"Natural," Lucius barked out with a laugh. Narcissa flinched as if she knew what was to come. "You are a pathetic whelp who plays hide-away with every emotion he has. Daddy used to take swings at his worthless hermaphroditic freak, didn’t he? I bet he used the belt; after all, those muggles are terribly un-creative at doling out punishments. No wonder you want to protect that good-for-nothing brat of mine. After all, he is just as much of a faggot as you are. I wonder how many people know the truth about your past. If a tiny whisper–"