Draco.
The Butcher’s screeches continued as Draco fed his beast until it was sated. He let go of his father, and he tumbled on the floor, blood gushing from his neck.
He shook, clasping a weak, shaky hand over the wound. He looked weakly at Draco, panting half-heartedly.
He watched his son walk back and forth in the enclosed space, frustrated.
People assumed the Butcher was dead after stoning him to death at Veilsgrove, the house of the seven sages where judgment was passed onto his father, but he wasn’t dead.
Draco had taken him away and kept him here to live the rest of his miserable days until he took his last breath.
He guessed bad people don’t die easily, given his father still breathed even though he was generally weak.
Draco kept him here as punishment. He never bothered t
