"I should have known back at the Sorting Celebration. A hat never lies. " Lucius then replied.
"Oops! I meant Ravenclaw!"
"The hat knows who should be in Hogwarts and who shouldn't be. Although I feel indifferent towards Mudbloods for a reason. Muggles have treated our kind with disdain for centuries. A squib has no bearing on it, you see. They cannot change or add to the magic world, because they have no magic in them . But a lightworker has never done the magic world any ounce of good."
"This is the thanks I get? A bloody lightworker to destroy our family?" Durning dinner his father took a deep breath and got up from the table in such a manner that left Malfoy curious with questions, but Lucius was in no moods to answer.
All Draco could do was sit there looking over at him curiously.
Later he thought to ask him more when he felt he cooled down a bit.
"Honestly, father, what is the big deal with the light? It's silly to me to be so vexed over something so small. It can't possibly be as dangerous as you make it out to be."
"LISTEN, NOW!" His father demanded.
"The light is poision to every Death Eaters soul." Lucius told him.
"A light worker has their own powers that we cannot trust, not like our own. They have the power to change things, you see. A power to make things the way they want it to be. They want to save us. But the truth is we do not need to be saved."
"The hat knew what O'Maury was, and he called it out. Just as if someone was a squib. The hat calls out what the person really is. "
"And I can’t believe you let her heal your arm, Draco!” His father barked at him.
“It was broken, father. And I was in a lot of pain. She was insistent on it. I had no time to stop her.” Malfoy tried to explain.
“Once is all it takes, son. That’s all it takes to make the light work.” His father told him.
“What do you mean?” Draco asked him.
And then Lucius finally explained further.
“The healing begins on the outside, but the light eventually makes its way to work on the inside to your heart, changing it, challenging it to do the right things, to make the right choices.”
“But what is it?” Malfoy looked up at him with a confused expression on his face. "What is a lightworker exactly?” Draco asked.
"It is everything that I do not want this family to be. I did not study the dark arts all these years to have it all be taken away by a light who needs to shine her light elsewhere. She will ruin us. I assure you that, my son. She will ruin all of us."
“We are pure blood Death Eaters. All the light has done is took away our right to be dark."
"She has no place in Hogwarts. The Magic world doesn’t need a conscious. It needs a wand! It needs to control not be balanced. They hate that we have the control. Always have. They don’t believe in separation of groups. They believe in unity and acceptance.”
"Well, look at Hogwarts now? They let in any bum nowadays and its total chaos. Salazar Slytherin would be turning over in his grave if he knew what's been going on!"
"The more they show their light and heal, the more our hearts will grow bigger and full of light and love. But it is not the light that we are known for. Death Eaters need the darkness. She wants to heal things that are broken, fine. But leave our hearts alone!”
"Now you must understand the reasoning behind the war between the lights, my son. This has been a war that has been going on from the beginning of time. Good verses Evil."
"We are who we are! Controllers of Darkness. This is what the purpose of a Death Eater is. And we will fight for our place in the magic world, just as the light worker will fight for there's. But in the end the Malfoy's will be victor. And my lord will triumph over the lights. I assure you that." Lucius stated.
"If it's a war they want, it's a war they will get." Voldemort said.
"And when it's time you will take on the mark as your ancestors have, my son. No light will come between that ever." Voldemort told Draco.
"This is who you really are." Voldemort told him. "Remember that. Always"