Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.  A/N: Italic parts are
flashbacks, the rest is set a few months after the end of Half-
Blood Prince. No spoilers really, though. Review and tell me
what you think.  Sorrow's Flight  A light snow fell, every flake
slower than the last. Gray, luminescent clouds hung low and
still, and time seemed to almost stop in its tracks. Ice
collected on Narcissa Malfoy's pale cheeks, caught in the
streams her tears had left behind. She wiped them off with one
gloved hand and dropped to the ground in front of the flat
marble rectangle that served as her son's grave marker. She laid
down, her head against the smooth stone, her lips pressed above
the engraved surname.  Narcissa wrapped her black cloak around
her, shutting her eyes and imagining a world where her greatest
hindrance was the white frost now covering her frail form.  "You
looked like a fallen angel."  Narcissa recognized the voice but
did not open her eyes or greet the man now standing at her feet.
"Finally," she sneered, "a