Lucius was satisfied that this really was Draco. No one but his son would have known about the crest, and their conversation before Draco had gone back to school had been private. Truth be told, he hadn't needed much to convince him. No one could have impersonated his son to such a convincing degree. Not to him.
It worried him, though, that Draco and Narcissa were both from further along in time than he was. That meant they'd seen his disgrace, and the very idea of being seen as less than perfect in his wife and son's eyes was abhorrent.
"Yes. 1996," he said, neglecting to mention just when he was from. "Your mother is from 1998 and you're from 2003. Tell me, what's happened in the years that I've lost? You were rambling about some curse, and wizards being extinct?"