Rodolphus didn’t even wake up. Draco walked to his cot and looked down at the greasy Death Eater. "You killed your niece by marriage, Uncle. And I’m afraid that as the new Head of House Malfoy, I don’t believe I can allow that to stand." Draco grabbed the man by his neck. Rodolphus’s eyes widened as he realised it was Draco and not the guards. Draco grinned and his fist swung again and again. The crunch of bone under his knuckles was very soothing. It had been too long since Draco had been able to give as good as he got. His uncle didn’t even fight back as Draco dropped him back onto the cot.