Fandom: DCU, HP
Rating: G
Challenge:
Prompt: 7--Days
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.
- Current Mood:
chipper - Current Music:Black Sabbath - War Pigs

Comments
Thank you so very much for reading and reviewing!
I don't know if it shows that I've posted this twice and deleted it but I thought I'd explain myself and say that it's because I was an idjit and pressed submit rather than preview when I knew I had something down that I didn't like and if it doesn't show it then..... I did no such thing, what are you on about? Ahem, anyways back to the commenting on the drabble Speaking of all thought out, I was sorry to hear about all that lost work and I hope you've been able to recover/redo/remember/cantaloupe most of it without too much trouble because I really like this concept and would be very interested in seeing how you expand on it. Iunno if you're even still thinking of doing this but I do hope you haven't abandoned it, anywho I'm going to stop rambling now, hehheh. ^-^;;