An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You are a vampire, Lucius Malfoy, your father was one, your grandfather was one. Are they animals? Were they disgusting creatures, beneath even you?”
“My father never drank from a human. He died as I will, with dignity .” Lucius thought perhaps he could die now, since he never thought he would be defending Abraxas Malfoy of all people.
“You really will die from something you could easily cure?” She looked at him incredulously.
“Dignity before death.” Lucius watched her wander deeper into the library.
“In your case,” Her voice was muffled by the books “Dignity and death.”











