A/N - Written for the Dark Arts Last Drabble Writer Standing Competition on LJ
Characters: Lucius Malfoy and a canon character of your choice
Prompt : Sectumsempra
Title: Revenge
Word Count: 440
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, character death.
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His footsteps were slow, steady. The sound echoing, reverberating along the marble floor and large empty hallways. The Manor has never been known for warmth or laughter; but recently, even Lucius Malfoy found the sight depressing. He walked the well travelled route to the dungeons as he took in his surroundings suspiciously. After the Dark Lord fell, he had become wary of the shadows that lurk in the dark. There were those who didn't approve of how quickly he and his family had turned to the light after the Last Battle. That was none of their business, as far as he was concerned. They were Malfoys, a family with superior blood. And they answer to no one.
He entered the dungeons, a sneer on his face.
"Have you thought about my proposition? Or have you realized that your worthless life is of no consequence to anyone but to yourself?"
He was met with silence before Fenrir Greyback choked out a laugh. "They will find you. If it's not me, they will use someone else."
With one quick spell, Lucius pulled at the heavy chains that held the Wolfman's ankles and wrists, causing him to groan loudly as his body was pulled apart in four different directions. "I have no patience for this. Tell me, who's after us?"
Greyback groaned as his eyes shut in the perfect imitation of peaceful slumber. "Those who wish your death, and who will enjoy ripping out the scar you and your son hide."
At the mention of his son, Lucius felt his anger increase. "Don't you dare speak of my son," he sneered, his eyes promising death. He couldn't let anyone touch his son, not after what he had been through. "Speaking of Draco," Lucius continued in a calmer tone, "he was cursed once with a crafty spell that I was told, was very painful. Maybe you could tell me exactly what it feels like." He raised his wand, aiming straight at his prisoner's chest. "Sectumsempra."
Lucius had never seen anything like it. Greyback's skin was ripped apart in various angles and depths, the blood pouring out of each wound in a steady stream. Had Draco really gone through this? Had he yelled the same way this animal screeched?
The blood curdling screams echoed around the dungeons amidst the sound of howling pain. Lucius watched for a moment longer, his lips twisted in amusement, before he turned on his heel and left. He would send a house elf to get rid of the body later. No one liked blood on the walls, even if the walls were black stone hidden in the deepest, darkest dungeon.
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