"Slytherin doesn't need weak people, and Lord Voldemort doesn't need weaknesses either." The young man with black hair and red eyes lowered his head and whispered in her ear, as gently as a lover's whispers.
Then came the green light—Avada Kedavra.
But why didn't she die? She died and was reborn.
When I met that boy again, the wheel of fate turned at this moment.
As dark as night, as bright as blood.
The wooden rafters symbolize death and rebirth, and the blood of the vengeful witch is strength and revenge.
Love sways like candlelight in the wind in this chaotic world.
Kiss or kill, it's a question!