Harry stared at Dumbledore, shocked into eerie silence.
"So… either I have to kill Voldemort or he will kill me. And my greatest weapon against him is love?"
Dumbledore stared back at Harry staring at him through half-moon clear blue glass eyes.
"Oh yes, my dear boy would you like to have a Sherbert Lemon?"
Dumbledore smiled beningly at Harry, still behind those half-moon glasses shaped like half a moon and his hands were stapled together, while he offered Harry some candies from his candy box.
"Thanks," Harry said, and got up and left the room and closed the door behind him.
THE next day Harry was staring so mournfully with an mournful eye at his porridge that Ron and Hermy exchanged glances at him in between snogging a lot. Ron had given Hermy a nice card for Valentines and it had just stopped singing and then.
Then, Harry glanced away at the teacher's table and got an idea! He smiled widely and got up from the Great Hall and left the room and closed the door behind him.
HE entered the Gryffindor Common Room and found some Quills and wrote a letter in the pink ink he had stolen from Lavender, his Class Mate. Smiling widely, he passed it on to Hedwig, who just happened to be there, and told her to deliver it to the Ugly White Guy. C'mon, it was on Owl, it would figure it out. He settled languidly on the Bright red sofa and smiled easily into the Distance. What if he'd hunted down pieces of Voldemort's soul in forests instead, he snorted. All Was Well.
VOLDEMORT was walking in his cold and eerie and big and uncosy and cold hiding place, when an White Owl dropped a letter on top of his unhuman snakelike face.
"What the-" he exclaimed, in a high and cold and high voice. He opened his letter and read aloud the contents even though he was by himself.
"Happy Valentines Day To You, My Dearest Lovely Little Munchkin,
With A Lot Of Love And Kisses,
Your Harry"
"AAAAHH!!!!" Voldemort screamed and was thrawted and died and then still all was well.