Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of these characters, and all rights belong to J.K. Rowling. Some of the words may seem familiar because I copied verbatim from Chapter Eight in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's (Sorcerer's) Stone. Yeah, it's that one paragraph where Snape is describing Potions to the icky first years.
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He understood the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids. He knew how to brew potions that would bewitch the mind, ensnare the senses, cause inevitable death. And, yes, he could even brew up a cauldron of artificial love. But he didn't do that. He didn't want to trap her love, wrench it from her heart. He wanted to gain it. How foolish of him.
It was foolish in so many ways. She could never give her heart to someone like him. Especially not with him there. Sure, she tried to assure him that she was not in love with that Quidditch star, that troublemaker, that swine, but underneath her disdainful "Potter!" he knew that she was secretly flattered when he asked her out. There was no doubt there was desire in her eyes. Oh! How he longed for her loving gaze be directed towards him and not that Potter!
And then, on that fateful night, he regretted his foolishness. Oh, how he regretted! He imagined it'd be much easier, much simpler, if he just made that flask of Amortentia, and then, she might've been his! It could've been their child with her bright emerald eyes. It could've been their life, their happiness, their love.
He sighed. Such foolish regrets. She was gone, and he had to accept that. He longed to forget, but every time he looked into the eyes of her son, he always remembered his foolish decision, which cost him her love and her life.
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