A/N : crap crap crap. I officially hate hotmail. You see, they changed their whole system and tried to make it nicer and blla bla and well long story short: I hate change, I uploaded the wrong file from my beta reader, and thanks to Quill T and ToReadAndWrite for bringing it to my attention.

Damn hotmail and damn braces!

I had a feeling I'd done smth wrong last nightt.. argh

Anyhoo I'm so sorry. This is the correct version. *Blushing in crazy ass embarassment*

Prompt: Brightness

Disclaimer: Shut up. I'm too annoyed to bother with you/

Surrendering

It was simple, really. So incredibly simple, it was hilarious, really.

Why did he love her?

Because, in his dark world – a grim and gloomy place – her presence turned his whole world, upside down. It wasn't just her golden locks and blazing eyes; nor was it her radiating personality and shimmering character.

It was the fact that she, she was enough. She was everything he could possibly want, and more than he deserved, if you asked him.

But she brought in so much light into that terrible world of his- It wasn't that his life was crap, or he lacked anything. On the contrary, he had a wonderful, [large] family, and a whole bunch of friends. He lived in a great house, and he had a caring, understanding grandmother, and he was a Wizard! But it was the whole matter of being an 'orphan' and the son of a 'werewolf' - Those two categories, those allegations, those two truths - they would cloud his judgment, his world and screw with his moods and his head.

-and soon, he realized he'd have to let her in some time or the other. So he chose some time. [That's how simple it was]

And slowly, they progressed together, coming to each other's rescue. And one day, she reached such a point that she could predict all his moves before he acted them out.

All his silent suffering became her problem and likewise her problems became his. He talked to Harry sometimes, but he knew that in the end, he had to figure it all out himself.

Her little antics and habits –biting her nails when she was scared, an outbreak of goosebumps when she was nervous, her love for the rain and nature, and repulsion of the colour pink - proved to be a burst of fresh air, and behold, he found himself happier than he had ever been.

He'd get up every morning, fully expecting a black cloud to bully his new found light and his heart cried at the thought of watching his light walk out of his life. He didn't realize then, that his heart was really crying at the thought of watching Victoire walk out of his life.

Funnily enough, it didn't. No cloud came. Nothing changed, and she hadn't gone anywhere.

Surprised and ashamed at his negativity and insecurities, he pondered and wondered, and racked his brain for some kind of explanation as to his sudden change of feelings.

And the day that he felt a pull towards her, along with an overwhelming sensation of warmth and love and sunshine and happiness and that's when he got his explanation.

Some time or the other, she'd brought this brightness into his life and somehow or the other he'd fallen in love with his brightness… and its bearer.

He turned his attention back to the moving picture infront of him – a picture of his parents, smiling, laughing and plain right happy - and somehow, he just knew they were proud of him and the choices he'd made so far and they'd always be watching over him.

He felt his body relax, and sigh in relief. He would be okay, he knew that. He had family, friends, Victoire and his brightness.

Moving up to the glass windows, he pulled away the dark blue curtains, and allowed the blazing rays of scorching or bright sunlight burn his body, and surrendered happily.

You see,

He loved Victoire because she was everything people thought she wasn't, as was he.

He loved Victoire because she could read him like a book, over and over again, despite its doggy ears and withered pages and tattered band - it was still her favourite book.

He loved Victoire because she made him feel like he was worth something. He wasn't an orphan, or the son of a klutz or werewolf. He was just ... him - a normal person, yet the two together formed a bond so special, it would be outrageous to suggest they were anything but.

He loved Victoire because of the way she looked at him – eyes full of closure and comfort in the fact that she'd always be safe with him, and she trusted him more than life itself.

He loved Victoire because she'd taken away all his suffering and undoubtedly saved him from his months of endless torture, of wondering 'What if' and 'What could be' and 'whywhywhy?'

He loved Victoire because she was his savior – never leaving his side ever.

And mostly, he loved Victoire because she was his brightness – all he'd ever need – and he would be absolutely nothing without her. That one, he could bet his life on.

A/N: Im literally so embarassed. Dammmmmmn it. Anyhoooo review? and thanks Quill T and ToReadAndWrite! And Alicia Winchester for beta'ing.