I have no words. I wish my best was half as scary as the things you're not satisfied with. Your Lucius was as cutting as Switchknife and Amanuensis's best. Azkaban was as gut-wrenching as any visceral description I've ever read, (including the one I read, wretching and shivering, from behind my fingers). Sharp hard shards of his character kept poking through his shredded soul, focused like a laser beam, highlighting his loss.
It's the best present ever. Thanks so much!