Time for Revenge.

[draco_isgod]

It wasn't that Draco particularly cared for many of the ultimate victims of the Burning Man serial murders. And it wasn't that he particularly cared for getting revenge for the survivors. Draco just knew he wanted to get revenge for the simple fact that muggles had murdered and harmed wizards on their turf

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[ccecilia]

Typically, Cecilia Apparated right in the back alley of her flat. It was discreet enough so that no one noticed and it saved her from the rather lengthy walk from St. Mungo's. But tonight, she had been feeling restless and a little stressed from the day's work, so she thought a walk would do her good, no matter the chill of the winter night.

As she crossed to her street, she took sight of the smoke billowing above her. Her brow furrowed, her hand reaching for her wand in the inner pocket of her wool coat. A flash of the burning church crossed her mind, pulling her back to that moment where Daphne and Pansy were trapped inside. Her walk quickened as she began to hear stifled cries.

The fires were tremendous, hitting nearly the entire block.

"Bloody hell-" she croaked, the black smoke wafting through the air beginning to scratch at her throat.

And that was when she saw them- him and her pulse quickened.

[draco_isgod]

Draco locked eyes with Cecilia, as long as he could without blinking away the tears from the heavy smoke flooding the street.

"Get home. Now," he barked to Crabbe and Goyle, who left without another word looking rather satisfied.

Despite the cold, Draco began to slowly roll up his sleeve as he approached her.

People were starting to flood into the streets to escape their terrible fates. Unfortunately for them, that would not be the case tonight. Draco waved his wand and a force of air pushed them back into their burning homes. Their doors locked to their terrified and baffled screams.

He raised an eyebrow at Cecilia once he was only a few paces in front of her, "It's been awhile, my dear."

[ccecilia]

The screams were getting louder, the sounds ringing in Cecilia's ears as she pulled her wand from her sleeve, not bothering to worry about if someone would see or not. She looked to Draco with a pale face, the light of flames flickering off her skin.

"What are you doing," she snapped, not bothering with niceties. "This can't possibly be your doing, Draco-"

She wanted to alert the authorities, get the Ministry here immediately but she also wasn't sure how to go about it without getting Draco angry. And if this was how he wanted to spend his Friday night-

She braced herself.

[draco_isgod]

Draco knew little and cared little about Cecilia's more recent traumatic experiences. Even if he did care, it was her own fault for lowering her defences enough for muggles to harm her. Pathetic.

Draco's eyes narrowed at her comment. "Don't you dare take that tone with me," he said cooly.

His matching tattoo was exposed in the increasingly warming air. "Do you know my favorite part of our matching set?" He started to take a casual strides around the girl, circling her like a shark waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on it's prey.