Draco rebels. Lucius sets him straight. A war is coming, after all. Set after Dracoâ€™s fourth year at Hogwarts.
Draco jumped up, yanked out his wand and thrust it, point upwards, in Lucius' face. 'I can still feel them, Father,' he whispered, 'all those writhing, stinking spells!' Lucius curled his lips. 'Then why do you fight them?'
They say people you love never truly leave you. Draco wishes they would just leave him alone.
Lucius' first instinct was to bow his head and mumble ‘excuse me, father’, but he controlled himself. Those times were over. He wasn’t going to be intimidated by the old bugger, not any longer.' Lucius' father goes one step too far...