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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 Note: This was the result of an odd dream that I had a few nights ago. I'd eventually like to expand it into a novel-length story.
Update: I just wanted to let everyone know that I haven't forgotten about the extended version of IBD. Believe it or not, I'm still working on it. I actually have a plot and outline, and several chapters are ready for beta. Unfortunately, those chapters are for the ending of the story. I'm having a little bit of trouble filling in a few blank spots, but I promise that I haven't given up.