[Harry Potter] The Gray Moon's Tip

- I still remember that day.

The sky was a blend of black and white, the sun about to set as the crescent moon showed its first sliver.

- "Even if you mix moonwort powder with Unicorn Blood, it won't turn white." The beast in his eyes lurked behind the moonlight as he spoke in a mocking, cutting tone. "But you can, dear Oswald. You couldn't be stained black even with swamp water."

He only called me Oswald when he was angry. I glanced his way: pale skin set against black hair, icy black eyes, thin lips pressed tightly together.

As air that was about to freeze pressed in my lungs, I suddenly remembered a line of poetry for no reason.

"Black butterfly, sweet and true, like wheat fields and sun, poppies and water."

I thought Tom Riddle was that black butterfly, fragile yet strong.

- Flickering like a candle flame.