Harry Potter: Sweet Poison for the Dark Lord

Everyone thought I was the most ignorant pure-blood canary at Tom Riddle’s side.

They had no idea that half of the future Dark Lord’s “genius” Dark Magic inventions were sketches he had casually drawn in my dormitory, on pink parchment with candy syrup.

Ours was a deadly game that began at Hogwarts:

I handed him poison wrapped in sugar, and he tore away the disguise of this boring world for me.

He built a dark empire ruled by fear.

I wove a network of sugar and spice to bind people together.

We were each other’s closest accomplices, and also each other’s most enthusiastic enemies, forever setting traps for one another.

Until I decided to give this game the grandest finale of all.

With my death, I would carve the first... and last sweet crack into his eternally undying soul.

“Reading Guide”

Gothic sweetheart × Dark Lord | A battle of equals × conspirators in matters of the soul

“I taught you immortality, and you taught me what it means to destroy something beautifully.”