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A/N: Ahholyshiz! It's back! Hurrah hurrah. has decided to allow me to repost the story! W00t. However..o-o; I haven't written anything new.. /cough/ Sorry...

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Harry sat in thought for a moment, then asked, "So if all of his Horcruxes are destroyed, Voldemort could be killed?"

"Yes, I think so," said Dumbledore. "But I also think that, if given back his Horcruxes and thus regaining the parts of his soul, he will become more human….More like the Tom Riddle of old. But to return the remaining pieces of his soul, it will take uncommon skill and power." Dumbledore gave Harry a sidelong glance.

Understanding the direction this conversation was taking, Harry blurted out, "But I haven't got uncommon skill and power."

"Yes, you have," said Dumbledore firmly. "You have a power that Voldemort has never had. You can—"

"I know!" said Harry impatiently. "I can love!" It was only with difficulty that he stopped himself adding, "Big deal!"

"Yes, Harry, you can love," said Dumbledore, who looked as though he knew perfectly well what Harry had just refrained from saying. "Which, given everything that has happened to you, is a great and remarkable thing. You are still too young to understand how unusual you are, Harry."

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

"Yes," replied Dumbledore, his eyes losing a bit of their sparkle. Harry gave him a suspicious glance before turning back to his tea. Dumbledore continued to watch him, before heaving a sigh and opening his mouth. "Harry…I had hoped that you would come to the conclusion yourself…But it seems you need a little…help." Looking up from his tea, Harry gaped at the Headmaster in surprise.

"What are you talking about, professor?" he questioned.

"Harry, when the prophecy means love…it doesn't just mean your mother's love…" At Harry's blank look, Dumbledore continued. "The prophecy means…That to defeat Voldemort…"

"Professor, what is it?" Harry asked, his anxiety growing.

"I'm sorry Harry, this is just…difficult." Dumbledore said. "Perhaps it will be easier if I just 'get it off my chest,' as the quaint Muggle saying goes. You see Harry, you don't know all of the prophecy. There was a part…that was so…Well, I'm sure you will understand why I hesitated to tell you. To defeat Lord Voldemort, you must first love him."