Lucius frowned, feeling almost faint at the idea of the child. He'd felt him when he arrived, known he was there (and that Draco had strongly "adviced" Narcissa to say anything was a fact that had him fuming.) Still, hearing him mentioned made him want to groan in frustration.
'You should not be forced to live in a house with a halfblood like that,' he said stroking the locket. 'We should be the masters of Malfoy manor and Severus Snape should never have been allowed to influence our son.'
If only Azkaban had never been, things would have been so different. He sighed. 'You're strong my love, stronger than some child, just keep Violet and our grandchild as much from him as you can master, dearest. We will pull through this.'