A/N: Hey! I'm really excited that people like my most recent story, "She Was Mine," so I'm probably going to be publishing more "Tangled" fan fictions. But for now, the only ones I have completed are Harry Potter . . . so please read this one and let me know what you think! Oh and by the way, I already stated this in my profile, but I do not own any part of Harry Potter that appears in this story or anywhere else. :)

This Is The Moment

This is just what I've wanted, what I have dreamed of, ever since I found out about Voldemort's Horcruxes. All of them have been destroyed––myself included––and here I am, face-to-face with the Dark Lord who killed my parents and hundreds more. My scar is splitting my head in half, but that is not what I am focusing on. The moment has come at last; my destiny is about to be decided.

Looking back on all my seven years at Hogwarts, I remember all the times I have come this close to death. It's funny how there wasn't a single year that didn't have some kind of danger, even if it didn't really involve Voldemort. There was the Sorcerer's Stone, then Ginny opening the Chamber of Secrets with Tom Riddle acting through her, and then those awful dementors guarding the school. (Good thing I had Remus to help me with that–– I'd probably be without a soul right now if it weren't for him, and that's even worse than death!) Next year it was Crouch doing everything in his power to get me to Voldemort so I could be killed, then it was Voldemort trying to get me to the Hall of Prophecy . . . then getting the fake Horcrux from the cave, and lately it's just been Death Eaters trying to get to me. All that to kill me and so Voldemort could rule the Wizarding world. What beautiful memories. . . . I'm just glad it will soon be over.

No longer do I have the protection of the twin cores, but this time, no one is going to step in and die for me; I made sure of that back in that cave. I am actually glad that Hermione destroyed my wand, that my own wand of holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, is not defending me––the Horcruxes are gone, and there is no reason for this war to last any longer than it should. Voldemort is mortal once again.

I listen as Voldemort jeers about love, and I return by trying to get him to understand that he never had won. He didn't have Dumbledore killed, Snape was never on his side, and he wasn't the true master of the Elder Wand. Don't get your hopes up, Riddle, I thought. You can still lose.

This is it. This is the moment I always knew would have to come. After all, neither can live as the other survives. As I circle Voldemort and Voldemort circles me, I catch sight of Ginny, Ron, and Hermione, all looking near tears and scared to death. I can tell that they are terrified for me and the rest of the wizarding world . . . I can't stand to see them so distraught. While I still have time, I must make sure everyone who has died––particularly my parents, Sirius, Cedric, and Fred––hasn't died in vain. Voldemort and I both raise our wands, and yell––

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

The Elder Wand flies out of Voldemort's pale hand, and my Seeker instincts kick in; I catch the wand. The Dark Lord falls backwards . . .

. . . and I am now the true master of the Elder Wand. I exhale in relief; it's over.

Somehow, in my heart, I always knew I would remain the Boy Who Lived.

A/N: So maybe that one was a little . . . vague . . . and maybe a little repetitive . . . well, that's my opinion . . . but please oh please review. You will receive a rainbow and a unicorn.