"Or perhaps sons that expect too much of their fathers?" Lucius answered. "I did the best I could given the circumstances, and so do you."
"The cost to our family has been surprisingly light in both wars, Draco. Matters could have been much worse. Now we have the power of the Ministry behind us, and the Dark Lord is but a child. We hold the cards this time, not Him."
He smiled a bit, taking a sip of his champagne. "Actually yes, I do. He's a teenager, Draco. Even in his prime he failed to think long term. He was too obsessed with Potter, too obsessed with a lot of things."
He did not smile at the next question but would not lie to his son any more than he would hide the truth from his grandson. "Terrifying, and at the same time, as if I'd been in the cold all my life and finally had been let into a room with a fire."
"For a while he gave my life great purpose, he promised me the world and the moon and the stars and he was easy to believe since I believed what he was teaching. Still believe it to a certain point. We are better than Muggles and Mudbloods, and the world should be governed by us. Just not by the likes of him. He would have ruined our traditions given enough time."