As rain pelted towards the ground at an alarming pace, he ran. He ran faster than he ever had before. The war was finally over and though they had lost many, all he had on his mind was her. His beautiful fiancé. His one true love. He had to be sure she was safe. He hadn't seen her since he went on the hunt and only briefly since he returned and the battle had commenced.

He shook with fear at the thought of finding her mangled body as he bolted through the castle doors and towards the lake. He knew she was alive- he could still feel his necklace around his throat, it was still lit with a calming heat (the engagement ring he brought her was connected to it and her life force- as long as it was burning she was alive,).

'There!' He spotted a silhouette on the bank of the great black lake. The sight of her awoke something deep within him as his soul reached out to her.

She missed him. She hadn't seen him for nearly a year. Yet, when she finally saw him again the battle had already begun and there was no time for heartfelt greetings. No time for one of his searing kisses she had been aching for.

She had been terrified when- during a lull in the battle, she had been unable to locate him. Even more so when Voldemort himself, had announced his death. And it had taken all her self control to refrain from crying out in agony.

And then, just as the battle had begun again, it had stopped. Everyone stood and watched as her beloved faced the most feared dark lord in centuries. They all stood as he revealed the truth. They stood as her fiancé, her soulmate cast the final curse, ridding the world of Voldemort for good. They all stood frozen in shock as Voldemort was eviscerated.

However, the moment they overcame their shock, they erupted in tumultuous cheers, all rushing towards him, trying to hold him in some way. But not her, the situation finally brought it self to the forefront of her mind, and though she wanted to call out to him, scream at them all to back off, she knew she couldn't.

And so, she ran. She ran straight towards the ebony lake on Hogwarts grounds. She stood as pellets of rain disrupted the smooth surface of water. She didn't think he would come after her so soon. Though, she hoped he would.

She didn't know how long she had stood there. She knew it couldn't have been for more than a few minutes. But the moment she felt a tug deep within her, like a soft melody was being played deep in her heart- she knew, knew he was there and as she spun on her heal attempting to discern his whereabouts, he sped up.

As she saw him sprinting towards her- quicker than she had ever seen him run before, she couldn't help but take in his appearance: his ebony black hair- usually spread in every direction, now matted to his forehead; his broad shoulders, lean form and strong jawline; his lighting bolt scar, the scar that made him famous and marked his destiny; finally, his glimmering emerald eyes caught her attention and she couldn't find the willpower to look away. They consumed her, she felt as though she were bathing in a sea of love.

Just as she took in his appearance, he took in hers: her hair long and pitch black (nothing like her usual choice of bright pink); her eyes, a dull brown- though they seemed to spark to life when they met his; her stature, short and small- perfect for battle. His heart ignited as he reached her. He couldn't help but feel she looked perfect. He realized, in that very moment, just how much he loved her and just how much it would have broken him if she had not made it out of the treacherous battle.

As they stood, inches apart, he reached his hand towards her face and caressed her cheek, ever so gently- as though she were made of glass. Together they lent towards the other and engaged in a harmonious kiss- one filled with desire, passion, lust but most importantly, love and an otherwise inexpressible gratitude for the others safety.

As they parted their minds, souls and hearts became sure of one thing and one thing alone. The one thing that would help them overcome the hardships and after affects of the war. The one thing they would hold closest to their hearts;

She loved Harry Potter. From the depths of her heart she loved him.

He loved her. He loved his fiancé, his true love. But most importantly; He loved Nymphadora Tonks. And he would never let her go. Because he was sure- from the bottom most pits of his soul, that she was the one for him.