Lucius didn’t know any of it would happen on that particular night, if he had, he would have forbid Narcissa from even attending the gala tonight. One moment he was dancing with his wife, the other they were running away to protect themselves until her hand detached from his and he lost her in the madness surrounding them. Lucius couldn’t fight the Dementors like many around him could, all he had left to do was run and looking after Narcissa, hoping that nothing bad had happened to her. Or worse --- a dementor got to her first. “Narcissa!! Narcissa?! Have you seen my wife?! Narcissa?” He shouted over his lungs speaking to anyone that crossed his path in hopes that one would be able to help him now.
Finding Emma was a little distraction to the main plan he had, helping her was another thing he didn’t see coming his way. But jumping to save her? That was an entirely different thing. Without really thinking, he pushed Emma away, inside of a door, closing it behind her hoping that would be enough to secure her from the death. It was the only thing he thought of doing anyway.
The cold invaded his body, the death surrounded his whole being and he was lost. Images of his most fears started to shiny through his mind and the piercing scream was the only thing he could hear. There was nothing he could do to stop or fight it in that moment, no spell he considered using was enough to push all of it away. And as the Dementors started to gather around him, Lucius knew that was it.
