#71—Untie

“Untie him now!”

A wand held by a masked person flicked and the ropes disappeared. The frail, thin figure slumped to the floor.

“Tell me about the prophecy.”

“I know nothing.”

“You keep to your word, Unspeakable. Tell me!”

“You’re going to have to kill me, Lucius. I know you. I know Narcissa. I know Draco. Azkaban will be waiting for you all.”

Lucius stood up, facial expressions hidden by the mask. “Idle threats from such a defeated man. I’m giving you one last chance.”

“It wasn’t meant for you.”

“That makes no difference. You had your chance. Avada Kedavra!”