Written for:
"Everybody said: "Be careful of that guy", baby couldn't stop, it was suicide." - In The Sun - Lana Del Rey, A Lyric Prompt Challenge
"Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them." - John Green Books at Gringotts Bank Forum
Gringotts Prompt Bank: Johnny Depp, Regulus/Hermione (BONUS), "Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.", "Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten.", title: A Cunning Obsession
Chocolate Frog Cards Challenge: Pogrebin - write about someone causing emotional pain to someone else.
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A Cunning Obsession

Sometimes, people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them. In sickness and in health, 'til death do us part. They were just words, words I thought I believed in. I thought I knew him. I thought I'd saved him. I thought I'd seen his true colours.

Everybody said, "Be careful of that guy." Baby, I couldn't stop. It was suicide. I held a gun to my own head in the shape of a wedding ring, and he watched and smiled.

I can't fix it now. I can't make a meadow out of a glacier. I can't do anything about it.

He was my Johnny Depp. The rugged, handsome, charming scoundrel who danced in shades of grey, shades between good and evil. But I was going to set him free. I believed in him and his goodness, thinking it would win out. Good always wins, right?

It did, I suppose, for a while. I was happy. We were happy. At Grimmauld Place, the wrongs of generations were balanced out by a happy young couple, smiling. I thought it was true and forever the day we pushed the living room furniture to the sides of the room to dance to the rhythm of our own heartbeats. I forgot all about the pain and suffering I had enjoyed, with him, who helped create some of it. Not directly, no, but he was a part of it.

That's the way it goes though, isn't it? Happiness doesn't last forever. You fall into it, head over heels, willingly. But then you sink so far, you get yourself to this point where the happiness just... runs out. And then it all falls apart. Bam. Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten.

I just... I just wish it was some outside force, someone - anyone else who'd done it. I wish it wasn't in our control to stop it, that we were powerless, both ripped apart from each other.

He told me, "Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story." I thought that he was talking about fate, about destiny. That we belonged together. It brought me joy, then, but now I know. We were in a story, but the story was his. He wrote it, orchestrated the whole thing. Because he didn't care for me. It wasn't love. It was an obsession.

His cunning plan.

Harry, my best friend, he took everything from Regulus. He didn't mean to, of course, he was just trying to do what was best for the Greater Good. My dear husband didn't see it that way.

I was just a part of his plan to take everything from Harry. To repay the favour. I learned the truth too late, and the worst part is that by trying to stop him, I made it worse.

I ran, I told Harry and Ron and they did what they always do. They played the heroes. They went off to stop him, and faced him in combat. Because of me, Ron is dead.

And I'm broken.

And Harry lost everything.

I thought it was love.