When the entire room burned red hot, embers filling the air and black smoke billowing from the heat he stepped up to the open window and dove out, his wings opening at the last moment. The claws clutching his mothers corpse grazed against the perfectly neat and trimmed grass. He swung back around and took a lap around the manor, aiming huge balls of fire down at where it sat proudly among the fields of grass and Hawthorn trees, catching beneath his untameable flames. He decided to leave the fire there, burning for all eternity until the wards around the manor suffocated it - or not. Draco’s own heart would burn as long as he lived and it was poetic to think the manor would too, choking from the wrath of his flames. 