The old man sat there on his armchair rocking, back and forth, back and forth. His fists were clenched, the sharp nails digging deep into his sweaty palm. Anger was coursing through his veins while his head was lowered. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked directly at a framed photo sitting on his damaged table. The glass of the frame was smothered in dust. The man slowly stood up and walked crookedly towards the dimly lit table. He took the photo frame with the picture of his son in it. His son was Draco Malfoy. The man was Lucius Malfoy. A sinister voice spoke to him. "Avenge the Dark Lord..."
THIS IS JUST A PREVIEW. THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS AND FIRST PART OF THE STORY SHALL BE WRITTEN IN TWO OR THREE MONTHS.
