Disclaimer: I actually own the books. I have a copy of all six sitting on my desk. If you think I wrote the original story, though, you must be insane.
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Harry Potter was on a sugar-high. Seeing as he was in the middle of a battle (the most important battle of the war, no less), most of his allies weren't reassured. His enemies were laughing.
"Voldie!" the diminutive teenager shouted cheerily. The most feared Dark Lord in the last century stayed where he was, sprawled out under his arch-nemesis after being glomped. Inquisitive green eyes looked down at him.
"I was looking for you! Why are you on the floor? Ooh, where's your pet snake? Isn't her name Nagini? She's very prettyful. Did you know your eyes are red? They look like strawberries. Ya know, I like strawberries. One time, for dessert at Hogwarts, there were chocolate-dipped strawberries. They were very yummy. I like strawberries and love chocolate and together they're even better! Only while I was eating them, Draco—Lucius Malfoy's son—he started bleeding from the nose, as well as some other guys, and fainted. Do you know why that is? Cause I don't."
Harry didn't move from his position on Voldemort's chest as he chattered at a rapid pace, not realizing that the snake-like man had gone into shock. Within an hour, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was dead.
It appeared that Dumbledore was right. The power of love had prevailed after all. So what if it was love of sweets?
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Pure randomness, but I had to write it. For anyone who doesn't know, nosebleeds are a metaphor for arousal in Japanese manga/culture/whatever it should be called, and a glomp is a tackle-hug. Yeah, I've been reading too much anime/manga fanfiction... Hope you enjoyed.