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.
