He runs through the halls, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf in the story that Aunt Petunia read to Dudley (Not him. Never Him. Because freaks never got stories). Why he was running was a mystery even to him (that was wrong he knew precisely why. He wanted to see him). But, a sense of desperation clung to him sinking its teeth into him like a vampire would when draining the blood and life of its victim (He knows. He's seen it). Or: The war is finally over and Harry's tryna find his most precious person while having epiphanies. [Posted on AO3 and DeviantArt as well, under the same name, if you're more comfortable reading it there.]