Harry was stumped.
He'd been told that Love was the power needed to destroy Voldemort once and for all. Unfortunately Love wasn't a concept that engendered thoughts of victory in combat, perhaps in other arena's or if he turned that way...
Now there was a thought that absolutely disgusted him though a small part of him wondered exactly what the name of the fetish involving snake face was...
Shaking his head he glanced at the rows of tomes in the locked vault in the Department of Mysteries. He'd gained access after showing Scrimgour the copy of the prophecy Dumbledore had in his office before his death.
Then something caught his eye, a small book in the corner. It looked like leather though the texture was off and the writing was branded into the cover while the pages were in a dark ink the color of dried blood, or at least he hoped it was ink.
The title was easy to read.
"The Grimoire of Black Mage Evilwizardington?" he read the title calmly as an almost visible chill seemed to fill the room as if the very nature of being had gasped in dread or perhaps laughed with insanity, maybe even both, "This could work..."
xXx
It had taken a month to gather everything togather for the ritual he needed to perform to gain access to the forbidden magic based on the power he needed to use, of course most of the sacrifices required for the empowerment weren't really that hard to find although it was a bit tricky finding ones he didn't feel so bad about utilizing.
But now he was ready to face his enemy.
Voldemort stood before him as they squared off on the streets of London.
"Any last words Potter," the descendant of Slytherin sneered.
"Just one," Harry responded as he pocketed his wand and held both hands togather like he was going to pass a basketball.
"HADOKEN!"
As the bright blue beam of coherant energy burst forth Harry took off running away at full speed.
"That'll do it," the being once known as Tom Riddle managed to state before impact.
As the rising mushroom cloud consumed the city in what would soon be referred to as the worst terrorist act in the history of the UK, Harry managed to escape.
"What the hell was that!" Hermione demanded as he apparated to a distant spot to watch the fireworks.
"The end result of siphoning love straight out of the universe and twisting it to a highly destructive end," he responded.
"Wait," Hermione stated with a look of confusion, "It does what?"
"It takes the happiness of others and turns it into pain and explosions," Harry said with a slight chuckle, "Well they did say that love was the power I needed to defeat Voldie, so it's Win-Win!"
"Why?"
"Well, I didn't sacrifice nine of the orphaned junior Death Eaters for nothing," the Boy-Who-Lived responded with an almost long suffering sigh.
"YOU DID WHAT!"
"You mean you didn't notice Draco, Crabb, and Goyle vanishing a few weeks ago," he responded while watching the burning city.
"You sacrificed PEOPLE for POWER!"
"Of course, if I'd done it for no reason then I'd be some sort of sicko or somethin."
"HARRY!"
"What?"
"You vaporized London!"
"Well you can't make an omlet without vaporizing a city or something like that," Harry stated in a tone similar to that of explaining the facts of the universe to a small child, "And the only side effect is that with each use the divorce rates increase."
He'd been told that Love was the power needed to destroy Voldemort once and for all. Unfortunately Love wasn't a concept that engendered thoughts of victory in combat, perhaps in other arena's or if he turned that way...
Now there was a thought that absolutely disgusted him though a small part of him wondered exactly what the name of the fetish involving snake face was...
Shaking his head he glanced at the rows of tomes in the locked vault in the Department of Mysteries. He'd gained access after showing Scrimgour the copy of the prophecy Dumbledore had in his office before his death.
Then something caught his eye, a small book in the corner. It looked like leather though the texture was off and the writing was branded into the cover while the pages were in a dark ink the color of dried blood, or at least he hoped it was ink.
The title was easy to read.
"The Grimoire of Black Mage Evilwizardington?" he read the title calmly as an almost visible chill seemed to fill the room as if the very nature of being had gasped in dread or perhaps laughed with insanity, maybe even both, "This could work..."
xXx
It had taken a month to gather everything togather for the ritual he needed to perform to gain access to the forbidden magic based on the power he needed to use, of course most of the sacrifices required for the empowerment weren't really that hard to find although it was a bit tricky finding ones he didn't feel so bad about utilizing.
But now he was ready to face his enemy.
Voldemort stood before him as they squared off on the streets of London.
"Any last words Potter," the descendant of Slytherin sneered.
"Just one," Harry responded as he pocketed his wand and held both hands togather like he was going to pass a basketball.
"HADOKEN!"
As the bright blue beam of coherant energy burst forth Harry took off running away at full speed.
"That'll do it," the being once known as Tom Riddle managed to state before impact.
As the rising mushroom cloud consumed the city in what would soon be referred to as the worst terrorist act in the history of the UK, Harry managed to escape.
"What the hell was that!" Hermione demanded as he apparated to a distant spot to watch the fireworks.
"The end result of siphoning love straight out of the universe and twisting it to a highly destructive end," he responded.
"Wait," Hermione stated with a look of confusion, "It does what?"
"It takes the happiness of others and turns it into pain and explosions," Harry said with a slight chuckle, "Well they did say that love was the power I needed to defeat Voldie, so it's Win-Win!"
"Why?"
"Well, I didn't sacrifice nine of the orphaned junior Death Eaters for nothing," the Boy-Who-Lived responded with an almost long suffering sigh.
"YOU DID WHAT!"
"You mean you didn't notice Draco, Crabb, and Goyle vanishing a few weeks ago," he responded while watching the burning city.
"You sacrificed PEOPLE for POWER!"
"Of course, if I'd done it for no reason then I'd be some sort of sicko or somethin."
"HARRY!"
"What?"
"You vaporized London!"
"Well you can't make an omlet without vaporizing a city or something like that," Harry stated in a tone similar to that of explaining the facts of the universe to a small child, "And the only side effect is that with each use the divorce rates increase."
