#68—Roar

Fenrir Greyback let out a roar of anger. Lucius knew he wanted Harry Potter for himself but didn’t dare defy Voldemort. The man was furious, itching to change but couldn’t under the light of the half moon. He sniffed the air and turned his gaze to Lucius. Lucius flinched but fared well in hiding it.

“The Dark Lord’s slippery friend. How’s your wife? More importantly, how’s your son?”

Lucius knew Greyback liked to turn them young. “You’d do best to stay away from Draco but please, be my guest with Narcissa. She already has the fangs.”

Greyback smiled and left.