Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, and I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: This is a drabble that just popped into my head one day. It is beyond the realms of sheer stupidity, insane inanity, abject absurdity and all the rest, but I couldn't help myself. … I have that problem a lot. Anyhow, on with the fic!
The Power of Love
Harry had already destroyed all of Voldemort's horcruxes, but he was still at a loss on how to kill Voldemort. Suddenly he was struck with a brilliant idea—he now knew what he had to do to defeat Voldemort. Harry rushed off to tell Ron and Hermione.
"That will never work," said Hermione; Ron just looked confused. Hermione kept protesting, but Harry, confident in his plan, would not be dissuaded. He spent many months in the Hogwarts Library (as Hermione had always said that it was the font of all wisdom), researching ways to make his idea work.
Three months later, in Voldemort's garishly decorated Lair of Horrors…
Voldemort was currently annoyed at "that Potter brat." Actually, make that he was currently incensed at the Potter brat. The boy was doing something strange to their scar link. Faint strains of melody were appearing in Voldemort's head. The melody coalesced into words.
I love you, you love me,
We're a happy family,
With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you,
Won't you say you love me too?
Voldemort began to scream. Three days later suddenly the screaming stilled, and Voldemort spontaneously combusted.
Back to our dearly beloved hero…
Harry fingered the place where his scar used to be. He smirked, and then went downstairs to tell Hermione.
A little while later, at a press conference…"So, Mr. Potter, how exactly did you defeat Voldemort?"
"It's too awful to mention here," replied Harry solemnly, "And I wouldn't wish it on anyone else, but I knew that something had to be done about Voldemort."
The next day the headlines read: "Harry Potter: New Dark Lord?" The article was by Skeeter. Harry grinned evilly, and rushed off to send her a Howler with a very familiar song inside it.
Later that day, Skeeter was found rocking and muttering insanely. She was checked into the Psych Ward of St. Mungo's Hospital, where she remained for the rest of her days.
Hermione shook her head at Harry, amazedly.
He smirked. "I told you so."
