Widow
By Amiable Dorsai
The widow Malfoy gazed at the wreckage of the Manor. Under the rubble lay the last two true Malfoys, dead by each other's hands and wands and they took that harridan of a mother-in-law with them. No one could prove otherwise and that was the way she wanted it. Years of war and death and Voldemort left no room in her heart for pity--not for the enemy, and that was all they were, the enemy. Not family, it took love to make a family, not law, and there had never been, could never be, love here.
Pausing only to spit on the smoldering ashes, Hermione Malfoy turned to walk to the edge of the anti-apparition ward. Marriage Law, she thought. Bah!