Fandom: DCU, HP
Word Count: 100
Dumbledore was wrong.
In the end, ‘the power he knows not’ wasn’t anything as intangible as love. Nor was it a spectacular or rare magical ability, or a connection to any long-dead famous wizard.
No, ‘the power he knows not’ was something else entirely: a ring.
A small, green power ring, to be exact.
Now, Harry idly plays with the ring as he stands on the ramparts of Hogwarts, looking out at Voldemort’s approaching army. Thrusting his fist skyward, Harry throws his head back and begins to chant as a green glow surrounds him:
“In brightest day, in blackest night…”
Author’s Notes: This was the result of an odd dream that I had a couple of nights ago. I’d eventually like to expand this idea into a novel-length fic.
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