"Why do you live?"
As the words left Tom Riddles mouth, Harry thought of the most important person in his life, the person who repaired his glasses on his first ever ride to Hogwarts, the person who had lit a professor on fire to save his life his first year, been petrified by a basilisk his second year, meddled with time to save his godfather third year, stood by his side when everyone despised him his fourth, been horribly injured fifth year, and still helped him search for the horcruxes after.
She didn't see him as the famous boy-who- lived but for Harry, simply Harry. This person happened to be a certain bushy haired witch who had stolen his heart, Hermione Jean Granger. She was his hope, his passion, she was his everything.
Harry looked deep into Tom's eyes without fear,
"Because of I have something worth living for."