A/N
Well hello people! Time once more to ignore my ongoing stories because I had yet another random idea for a one-shot! YAAAYYY!
On a more serious note, sorry for the lack. Exams, etc. I will, I promise, get a chapter up at the LATEST the week after the end of my exams, sometime mid-June.
Anyways, there's something that has always bothered me… What the hell does Dumbles think when he speaks? Was he high? I think he was high…

The boy stood at the head of an army of wizards garbed in the uniforms of aurors, hit wizards and a large number of the militia formed soon after the murder of Dumbledore.

The man stood at the head of another army, dark cloaked, masked figures, dotted with trolls and werewolves. He was smiling.

"So, Harry Potter. It has finally come to this." His voice had a slight sybillance, and something else… almost ethereal to his speech.

"You know, Snake-face," at the name Voldemort's smile vanished, "I always looked up to Professor Dumbledore. For a long time, I blindly followed him, believing whatever he told me."

Voldemort laughed, the sound echoing around the battlefield. "And now?"

Harry smirked. "Now, I guess we find out if that was deserved." The look of confusion on Voldemort's face quickly changed to anger as the illusion of his enemy faded.

"Potter! I know you're near! Come out or I promise you, I will torture and kill all those you care about!"

"Aaww, is someone having a bit of a temper tantrum?" A voice sounded from directly in front of him. Before he could react, the boy had shrugged off the invisibility cloak and enveloped the murderer of his parents in a hug.

"What- What the hell are you doing, boy?!" the man cried out in shock as Harry still had his arms wrapped around him.

"Giving you a bit of love." Came a muffled voice from where the boy's head was resting against his chest. This was quickly followed by a terrible scream from Voldemort as he dissolved into dust, his wand the only thing surviving. Harry picked up the wand.

As this happened, the Death Eaters had also started to dissolve, beginning with their forearms and making its way up. The trolls, the imperiuses on them having disappeared with Death Eaters, roared and attacked the remaining werewolves. They quickly fled, and not long after, the trolls were brought down.

As the light side cheered its victory, only one person seemed displeased.

"Damn it, I hate it when the old man's right."

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"I was transformed by the strong, musky power of true love! I am now... THE DAYMAN!"

(Sorry, had to)

Ok, so I've already had some people saying this. THIS WAS A JOKE, BASED ON DUMBLEDORE'S BELIEF THAT THE POWER VOLDEMORT KNEW NOT WAS LOVE. I HAVE READ BOOK 7, AND I KNOW THE POWER. Seriously though. It has been for almost 8 years now. I would have hoped I'd read it now, given I'm writing HP Fanfiction.