"So all my research has led me to believe that the power that the Dark Lord knows not is Love." Hermione spoke, crossing her arms. "As a complete sociopath, he has probably never felt love for any living being."
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? The power of love? This is starting to sound like a bad comic book plot."
"Then I'll need to find some way to weaponize Love." Harry concluded.
Voldemort, once Tom Marvolo Riddle, felt the elation come over him as he observed a job well done. His ambush had been sprung perfectly and the Potter moron had fallen right into it. As the Dark Lord moved to deal the finishing blow to the defenseless (and wandless) Potter, he saw the boy cup his hands behind his back. "And now, Potter, we will finish this!"
"You're damn right we will. Taste my burning love, motherfucker! HADOKEN!"
A bright blue beam as wide as Potter was tall erupted from the boy's hands as he pushed them forward. Voldemort didn't even get time to call shenanigans on it.