"Please - don't," Lucius said, feeling unaccountably tired. Arguing with her was orders of magnitude worse than butting heads with anyone else. Even after more than twenty years, he felt he hadn't got a handle on it - the wretched feeling that crept over him when he saw her crying was still a miserable shock. "I know. If I could, my dear, I would - what I can, I will. I very sincerely hope you won't find any surprises. But I don't like them either, and the closer you come to all of it, the more likely we both are to be very unpleasantly surprised indeed." Now that Draco was too deeply entangled to be removed, it was, quite literally, his worst nightmare.