Completion
Author's Note: Originally published on January 12, 2009
He had been searching for the feeling for years. He had only really felt it once, when he was thirteen and had entered the cluttered shop in Diagon Alley. He had held the thin rod of wood in his hands and his whole body was overcome by a warm tingling sensation. A feeling of complete contentment washed over him as red sparks flew from the tip of the wand. His wand. For the first time in his life, he felt complete.
Unfortunately, that feeling was short-lived. He had more important things to contend with in the years that followed, things which forced him to grow up and face the evils of the world. He managed to struggle through a war and cope with the grief which followed.
Of course, it hadn't been all gloom and doom growing up. He occasionally experienced that euphoria, albeit all too briefly. He felt it when he touched that certain spot on his cheek where she had kissed him for the first time. It had flowed through him when he awoke from near death and found her keeping vigil at his bedside, the chance for reconciliation a stronger tonic than any potion or antidote.
At this moment it filled every inch of him, a dizzying and overwhelming feeling of complete happiness, infinitely more powerful than when he was thirteen. He knelt in front of her, holding up the small box, its sparkling contents reflecting in her tear-filled eyes as she whispered a single word of acceptance.
That one word meant more to him than any red sparks ever could. He once again felt complete, but this time, it was forever.