This is my first Harry Potter story.It is not to be taken seriously.

This is just something I wrote to get passed my writer's block (AHHH!) and because I really wanted to write a Harry Potter fic and this was the best I could come up with.

20th story! WHOOT!

I Know the Truth:

Blood dripping down his robes, Harry Potter looked up into the face of death. It was too late. In a matter of seconds, he would be as dead as the rest of the world.

The Dark Lord had finally won.

Neither can live while the other survives.

"Any last words, Potter?" Voldemort spat, pointing his threatening wand at Harry's chest.

"Yes," Harry answered, planning his next move. He stared into the piercing red eyes, trembling with fear. "Voldemort… I love you."

"Wha?" Voldemort asked, his eyes widening in shock.

"Yes. I love you. And I know that all this revenge-angst-murder nonsense is just a cover-up. I know that deep inside, you're a kind, generous man who loves bunnies and puppies and enjoys gardening on Sunday mornings."

"Harry Potter…" Voldemort lowered his wand to his side. "You speak the truth. You saw right through my disguise. I love small woodland creatures and gardening. You really are the only one who's ever understood the real me. For this, Harry"—here, Voldemort unzipped his scary Voldemort costume and discarded it—"I invite you and all of your friends to join me and my 'Fun Eaters' to Dairy Queen for free sundaes!"

"Thank you, Tom," Harry accepted as Sirius, Dumbledore, Cedric, his parents, and everyone else worth coming back to life, came back to life. Hermione and Ron appeared out of nowhere and the big cluster of happy people followed Harry and Tom to Dairy Queen.

Yeah. I know.