A/N: Love is 'The Power the Dark Lord Knows Not' right? That gives me ideas. I apologize in advance for this. Something that came to me...
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned Harry Potter, this is not what I'd have happen.
Voldy-goo.
Voldemort faced Harry. Harry faced Voldemort. No words were exchanged, just heated looks of hate and loathing. Their wands were raised, pointed at each other threateningly, as though at any time one or the other would throw a curse.
Harry knew what he had to do. The whole of the Wizarding World was depending on him to do it. He just regretted getting his robes dirty.
There was a suspended moment in time, during which Harry decided that it was now or never and Voldemort grew impatient.
Then, Harry rushed forward. Voldemort raised his wand, but the curse was interrupted by Harry, who threw his arms around Voldemort triumphantly.
Another suspended moment, in which Voldemort's face twisted in shock and Harry toggled between disgust and overwhelming happiness.
And then Voldemort started to melt.
Harry stepped back, making a face at the large abundance of slime on the front of his robes. He stared at the puddle of Voldy-goo and laughed, before turning and leaving the room.