He frowned, unsure of how to answer her question. He winced at her touch, not because she had touched him, but because of embarrassment. He knew it was something he could put off or ignore. She had the right to know what happened. But it concerned him that she was from a different point of time in his life. He was almost afraid to admit his failures to her.

"This place was not responsible...I had failed in a mission," Lucius carefully explained. It was clear in his eyes that it pained him to speak of this time. "I was taken to Azkaban for my crimes..."

There was a pause as he debated on going into more detail or not. This had been a dark time for his family. "What-what is the last thing you remember before arriving here?"