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- Oak Wand 13" Essence of A Dragon's Talon
Franz Mc Franklen had cried over his beloved wife's death. His own son, had killed her. Franz had been searching for his son for 3 days now, looking, searching, to kill him. He had nearly done just that the day his wife was killed, but failed to to remember how to cast the killing curse. His son had flead soon after that. "Wenton! Come and face me like a true man!" Franz screamed with wand in wand. He knew if he succeeded in killing his son, he would go to Azkaban, but not in vain. It was true, he loved his wife more then his son. "Wenton! Come out here and DIE!" He shouted.
Franz walked down Grimshore Drive. It was the darkest non-muggle alley in Russia. He knew his son was here. His son was not afraid to hide in dark and creepy places. Although he loved his wife more, he still had some love for his son. "Wenton! Come out and i'll make it painless!" Franz shouted. He walked further down Grimshore Drive. He didn't know what scum he would find. He knew there was more out here than just his son. He knew there were Death Eaters.
Franz walked down Grimshore Drive. It was the darkest non-muggle alley in Russia. He knew his son was here. His son was not afraid to hide in dark and creepy places. Although he loved his wife more, he still had some love for his son. "Wenton! Come out and i'll make it painless!" Franz shouted. He walked further down Grimshore Drive. He didn't know what scum he would find. He knew there was more out here than just his son. He knew there were Death Eaters.