"Draco?" his mother called.
"You don't even knock?" his father hissed.
"I'm the master of this house and family, now, Lucius."
His father barred his teeth, like he wanted to attack, but his mother stood up. "Draco... what brings you here? You haven't visited before...."
"Before father raped me?"
Lucius looked out the window, and his mother stepped closer. "Draco... I'm so sorry that happened to you."
"It happened to me a lot. Are you going to listen to what I say? Will you make father listen?"
"Draco... what do you mean?"
"Do you love me, mother?"
Narcissa reached out and tried to hug him, but he stopped her. "Draco...."
"You let them Mark me... torture me and rape me...."
"I do love you... there was no option. He'd kill us all," she whispered, her eyes filled with tears.
"Perhaps, but I want to know if you are willing to take a chance now to make it up to me."
Narcissa took his hand. "My child... what are you asking?"
Draco stared back at her. "I'm going to destroy the Dark Lord, tomorrow. At sundown, I will lower the wards so help can arrive. I want you both to flee... out of the country... to France at least."
Both his parents were stunned, but Narcissa recovered first. "Leave you here? To fight him alone?"
"I'm not alone. Harry and I have a plan."
Lucius stood up and strode over to him. "Harry? Greyback was right! You were... what? Saving him!"
"Yes, to both, but I won't trade words with you about him."
"You think I will allow you to succeed?" Lucius shrieked.
Draco laughed. "No matter. I will either die or succeed. Either way, you will both fall. The Dark Lord will kill you both for my treason, or the Ministry will entomb you forever in Azkaban. I do not wish to have that on my conscience."
Lucius floundered. His father had realized that he was right. They were all tied to Draco's fate. His mother put her arm on Lucius's arm and said, "Draco... we can't leave you."
"You've left me this whole time. I know you couldn't oppose him, but you still left me to suffer at their hands. And I told you, father, when I demanded the mantle of the house, you can live the rest of life in luxury... if you do as I say. I'm offering you both your life and freedom. Are you going to take it? Or stay to die or be arrested? Your choice."
Lucius's lip quivered weakly, and he didn't answer. His mother, shamed, asked, "This is what you want?"
Draco looked at her and nodded. Harry had agreed with his request to allow him to release them. He was so grateful that he did. He remembered staring at the ground when he had stuttered out his plan and waited for Harry to decide if it was allowed. He wasn't sure if his deference was just the spell anymore. His mind was so broken that he needed absolute obedience in the form of Harry's orders.
"We will flee then," she answered, with tears in her eyes.
Draco nodded. "Tomorrow, at nightfall, I will drop the wards. Leave this place, leave the country and do not return."
"Will I ever see you, again?" she asked, trepidatiously. 
Draco shook his head. "I doubt it. We have a lot of healing to do. I have to survive tomorrow. Harry has to live... or I won't. My fate is his, including what happens after."
His parents looked worried at that and did not like that. His father, despite his actions, still didn't want him to die. His mother definitely didn't.
"My love, I hope I do see you, again. Please... one day... reach out to us."
Draco nodded, unable to say anything else. He allowed his mother to hug him, but didn't come closer to the man that used to be his father.
Lucius swallowed hard. "Draco... I'm sorry for what I did... for everything... this mess. I regret hurting you."
Draco's back tensed at the memories. "I can't forgive you, Lucius. Some things can't be forgiven nor forgotten, but you can make up for a little of it, by going with mother. I need peace of mind when I face him."
Lucius nodded, somberly. "I will flee."
"Promise me."
His father lifted his head, resolutely and said, "I, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, swear on my magic and life that I will leave the mansion with my wife and flee the country as soon as the wards are dropped."
"Thank you," he said, relieved. He hadn't been sure that Lucius would go.
His father wasn't done. He bowed his head and said, "Lord Malfoy, I'm sorry I gave up on you. I thought they had broken you and our family, and in my grief and drunkenness, I took out my frustrations on you. It's not an excuse... but the reason. I was so proud of you... that day when you stood up against them and me. I will follow your commands for the family until I die. If you defeat the Dark Lord... and wish me to return to pay for my crimes... I will surrender myself. I swear my fealty to you, Lord Malfoy."
Draco's jaw dropped, but he recovered. "Thank you... Father. I hope you realize that I have sworn fealty to Harry, and he might take you up on your offer."
"I understand, my lord," his father said, still bowing in deference. It was weird.
"I'll accept your oath, then," Draco said, simply. It wasn't unheard of for families to swear loyalty to each other, but Lucius suddenly pulled up his sleeve and the Dark Mark just melted off.
They looked at it and then at each other. Draco was surprised it was that easy. Maybe Harry didn't have to Mark him, or perhaps it was because of their family magic? He didn't know, but he did know for certain that his father was serious. He turned to his mother. "I need another wand."
She handed hers over. "Of course, my son."
He took it and handed Yaxley's to his father. "I can't use this one. You must make sure that mother is safe."
"I will protect her with my life, my lord."
Draco decided that he didn't like being called that. "Goodbye, then. I wish you both a quiet future."
His mother hugged him, again, and he left,locking their doors and windows from entry for 24 hours.