Harry thought about it in the ensuing silence. Alone. Let it go. Words. Magic was words. Magic was truth. Words should therefore be truth. Magical or not, there was an incantation for everything, he was only just beginning to realize....

Words had power...

Magic did not injure or lie. Only those who wielded it did.

Harry opened his mouth and said the words. He thought his chest would catch his utterance and tangle it up inside, twisting it until it broke into pieces. But it did not.

"I love you."

I can't think of anything so on target-close to the themes JKR is/will be using (I have no doubt) in HBP and book7. This is wonderful, and though a tad fluffy for my normal taste in fic, your words sold me. I'm hooked into this universe you have here. And I have some more to go.

(btw, one of my resolutions is to make at least a passing comment to every fic I read this year.)