A/N: Written for hp100. Prompt was 'Weakness.' First to review still wins a story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
As Harry lay before Voldemort, he thought that these were the last few minutes he'd be alive. The thought gave him heart.
Voldemort was speaking and Harry listened to the voice that had haunted so many of his nightmares, saving the words in his memory for some unknown reason.
"Finally I have you here. And you know why I have caught you at last?"
Harry stared at the ground.
"Because I know your greatest strength… and your greatest weakness."
Harry looked up. Voldemort leaned in close.
"You love too much," he whispered and raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry dodged.
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