Author's Note: My first drabble in a long while. I'm not quite sure what inspired it… probably the fact that there are less than 100 days to the second half of Deathly Hallows? Plus I needed to write something. This is definitely Narcissa Malfoy, though it doesn't do her justice and it's not my best; but I still hope you enjoy it. =] (Yes, the title is a pun on the surname 'Malfoy'.) 100-word drabble, no beta this time.

Disclaimer: I wish I may, I wish I might… nope, it's still not mine. ='[


BONNE FOY

The sky is clear; there is no gray.

Her manor is clear; there are no demons.

Her head is clear; there are no ringing screams.

Her family name is half-cleared; it is still tainted.

Like her home; broken heirlooms, severed communication, bad memories.

She thinks there's a chance to heal, to overcome.

There has to be; they're a family. They're alive.

So she visits the drawing room first, alone.

Gray. Demons. Screaming. All there.

It's not real and she knows this.

It can't be real.

She looks around,

takes a deep breath,

imagines their new chance…

It's not so scary.