What an appalling picture of the destruction of a soul, so much more poignant because the soul relates it, fully aware of what is happening. (My poor Lucius!) The massive irony of Harry's preferring his mercies to Voldemort's. Yet even now Lucius has something left. Can one rebuild happiness?

I hope rfachir enjoys this; it doesn't need smut.

I don't know that it needs beta work; however I can go away and brood and report back, if you wish. I've only read it the once, so far, but it seemed to me finely written (though "It was him who broke the compact first" should be "he"). Want me to do that?

Also, have you seen your request drabble posted here?