Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Six

Note: Okay, so a lot of people have been asking me for Severus's POV. I'll eventually write it from his POV, but not for a few chapters. Hang in there! Most of this chapter will be written from Draco's POV, and some of Lucius' POV.

As always, thank you for the wonderful comments. I Love you all! Thanks for reading :)

Lucius Malfoy stared at the brick wall of his prison cell with a blank expression. Dark circles hung under his eyes, his hair a matted, dingy mess.

He barley noticed the screams of agony that echoed around him. He had learned to tune them out.

He briefly wondered how Narcissa was. He wondered if she missed him. No, perhaps it was better not to think about that. When the dementors sensed any negative thoughts at all, they seemed to gravitate towards his cell, and he certainly didn't want that. He couldn't handle that. Not right now.

He let his thoughts drift to Sirius Black.

Lucius Malfoy had always hated Sirius Black, but now, he had a deep sense of respect for the younger man.

Twelve years in Azkaban.

Black had held out for twelve years without going insane.

It had only been a few days, yet Lucius was already losing himself.

How could he make it through twenty five years? He almost wished Black was still alive. Maybe then he could've asked him how he managed to hold on for so long. But then again, Sirius had been innocent, so maybe that's what had kept him going.

Lucius didn't have the advantage of knowing he was innocent. No, he knew he was guilty. Did he regret his actions? Perhaps. But guilty or not, he had managed to keep Draco and Narcissa alive.

He chewed his thumb, wondering what Draco was up to. No doubt hanging around with Potter, he thought with a sneer. Draco had told him all about their new "friendship". He had his suspicions, of course, because really, what motivations would Potter have, befriending a Malfoy? They certainly couldn't be good. No, Potter was using Draco somehow, he just knew it.

Despite his warnings though, his son had simply brushed him off.

Yes, it hurt to know that Draco no longer valued his opinion, but he supposed he couldn't really blame him. When you're on the losing side of the war, no one values your opinion.

How could they have lost? He had given the Dark Lord everything, yet it was all for nothing. He would be confined to this cell for twenty five years, staring at a brick wall, listening to screams.

For the first time in years, Lucius Malfoy began to cry.

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Draco sat across from his mother at the dining room table.

He swirled the last few drops of tea around his teacup, not wanting to meet his mother's eyes.

"Draco..." Narcissa began softly. "I really think you should visit your father again. I'm sure he'd love to talk to you."

Draco's grip on his teacup tightened.

"I have nothing to say to him." He hissed.

Narcissa closed her eyes for a moment.