Draco planned on taking his time. He should have known his father, and his own temper better though. His vision became red, he screeched and fireballs formed at his fingertips, he threw his feather and it hit its target, right through the spot where Lucius" heart would be. But Draco was sure he had none. His father looked at him with a shocked expression down to the blood spluttering from his chest and to his son, he didn't have time to fight back before the fire surrounded him, making him screech in pain to shortly after drop dead and in his wake a small crystal dragon was left. 