That's the Power of Love

Summary: Harry considers Dumbledore's suggestion that the power Voldemort knows not is love.

Challenge: call it Musie's insane ramblings or the pain affecting my mind, but just had to wonder about that quote.

Timeline: during Half-Blood Prince for HP.

Warning: crackfic!

Thanks to my betas: none this time.

Disclaimer: HP characters belong to JK Rowling. Not sure who owns Barney, Teletubbies or Care Bears and I'm afraid to look it up and be disappointed in whoever it is. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.

"So, when the prophecy says that I'll have 'power the Dark Lord knows not,' it just means - love?" asked Harry, feeling a little let down.

Gryffindor Common Room

Harry sat there, wondering if the Headmaster was starting to lose some of his marbles – or whatever the wizard equivalent of that saying was. He'll defeat Voldemort with love…yeah, right!

He started to smile as he considered different ways of trying, though. As a prank, he decided to try one out. Getting Professor McGonagall's help with the transfiguration and Professor Flitwick's help with the charming – although he didn't say what it was for – Harry added the remaining touch himself: a dark mark on the left arms of all of the items.

When Voldemort called his followers again, everyone was stunned to see a giant purple…thing standing between a smaller green thing and yellow thing. "Oh boy!" the purple thing exclaimed disappointedly. "This will not do! We need to sing the Rainbow Song to make this gloomy place more cheerful! 'Oh, I like red, it's the color of an apple…'"

No matter how many stunning hexes or Crucios or killing curses were sent at the monsters, they kept singing the damn song. When it was finally over with, a rainbow appeared out of nowhere, splashing the Death Eaters with various colors. Even worse, they started singing again, "I love you, you love me…"

When they started hugging the Death Eaters and Voldemort, the Dark Lord ordered them to go to their back-up hideout. Once there, they ran into four bizarre creatures with things coming out of the top of their heads. And they sang too…and came at them when the song was over, saying, "Big hug!"

They escaped to the back-up, back-up lair, only to be greeted by almost a dozen little teddy bears with pictures on their stomachs. As soon as the singing began, they attempted to escape…again.

This time all of the previous creatures were there, declaring their love for the Dark Lord and his minions. There were so many of the creatures that even splitting up didn't stop them; the creatures split up as well.

After a couple days of constant hugs and singing, the Death Eaters began to kill themselves to end their misery. Finally all of them were gone and the creatures surrounded Voldemort.

"You're just going to keep tormenting me, aren't you?" he whined…despite the fact that the Dark Lord never whined.

"Don't be silly!" the purple one said. "We're not tormenting you; we're loving you! Group hug, everyone!"

It was weeks before the Aurors found his body, the apparent cause of death was severe trauma to the torso…almost like he was squeezed to death.

And if anyone was concerned about the horcruxes, Harry's creatures sought them out as well. Harry opted to stop his heart for a minute to get rid of the one within him before they drove him crazy too. Then they followed Voldemort and his Death Eaters into the next Great Adventure.

A/N: Please ignore anything that isn't logical. This is a crackfic and isn't meant to be logical.