He was in a dark, musty cavern...
A pale face was illuminated in the darkness, a high mocking laugh accompanying it...
"So this is it, Harry. It's only you and I. No others to hide behind, no running away from it this time. Come and meet the end!" Voldemort cackled maniacally.
"So it is, Tommy-boy. The question is, whose end shall it be?" Harry retorted calmly. He had no emotions to distract him at this time of peril, just a sensation of cold, empty darkness where his heart should have been. His wand flickered out of his sleeve, lighting all the torches on the walls -illuminating whites faces... red hair... His friends, all cold and dead. Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Ah, so this was his plan...
Voldemort's face twisted in hatred. "Little boy..." he whispered, and with a great fury, he uttered a dark incantation. All the dead bodies stood up. "Attack him," he ordered his army of inferi coldly.
They lurched towards Harry, and suddenly that cold, empty void was filled with pain, hot, unbearable, aching, unwanted pain. His heart split in pain as he decapitated Hermione's corpse. It cried as he burned Ron's pale face. Harry was tormented, tortured as he was forced to destroy his dead friends, until only Ginny was left. Harry stared at her, and then burned his love until all that remained were ashes. His heart split in two.
Harry's breath came in pants, fogging the cold air. His burning pain quickly cooled to a cold fury as he remembered who had done all this.
Harry turned to Voldemort. "So now we know who was really hiding this whole time," he said shakily. Harry smiled with no emotion. His voice steadied. "Why? Why do you hide, Tom? Is it because you're afraid of dying? Or is it because you are afraid of the truth? Why did you turn so dark, Tom?"
"For power!" Voldemort hissed angrily. "Why else?"
"Perhaps because you were afraid of being common? No different than anybody else? Ordinary? You aren't ordinary, Tom, but you aren't special. You might've been, should've been, but now you aren't," Harry continued, his voice calm and collected. "Face it, Tom. You are just like every other Dark Lord that has risen. Madder, perhaps, more feared, perhaps, but not any different."
Voldemort screamed in fury. And as he was screaming, Harry leapt forward and stabbed a dagger into his chest.
Voldemort's eyes opened wide in surprise. An aura of golden light haloed around the wound, growing brighter, until it consumed him completely. As Harry stood there, blood dripping from his dagger, the portal grew ever bigger- until it sucked Harry, too, into it's hungry core. It only took a second for it to swallow the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, Voldemort's Bane. It took only a second for him to completely disappear.
It was as if Harry had never been there.