"Not so powerful now are you Harry? Great Harry Potter he has the power to defeat You Know Who. But they were wrong, no one can defeat me, the greatest sorcerer of all time!" Voldermort was towering over Harry, whilst Harry weak and alone lay on the floor, floating in and out of consciousness.
"Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world," said Harry in barely a whisper.
Voldermort let out a cruel, cold laugh. "How many times have I heard that before? Where is he now? You should have joined my side back when I tried to steal the philosophers stone, you wouldn't have ended up like this. Now you have nothing left, you have lost all your loved ones. Harry Potter all alone, no one to see him die but me!" said Voldermort his voice sending Harry back into the past.
Harry's first day at Hogwarts, being sorted. Fighting the troll, the feeling of Quirrel's life leaving his body. The Basilisk's blood running down his arm, Ginny just alive. Dementors putrid breath against his cheek. The tasks of triwizard spinning in his head. The rise of Lord Voldermort, the pain of the cruticas curse. Sirius dying, Harry's misery. Ron being killed by Draco Malfoy. The ever increasing pain in his heart as all his loved ones are lost. His Mother's voice screaming in his ears as Voldermort killed her un-mercifully. Green lights flashing everywhere. Seeing Ginny dead on the floor, killed by Voldermort, the horror in his heart.
It was all too much for Harry; he let out a cry of despair. His life was over he'd lost everything. So what if Voldermort killed him, his life had been full of pain and misery, he might as well end it.
How about everyone relying on you to defeat Lord Voldermort? Your death will be sentencing them to a life controlled by Voldermort. Said a small voice from the back of his head.
Harry tried to fight off the voice, why me? Why was I chosen out of everyone to fight voldermort, why was I given the power?
You are chosen whether you like it or not.
Harry felt a heavy weight building up inside him; he had to do something, think of a plan, THINK! I don't know how to kill him, I don't even know what the power is I possess.
"Tired Harry? Had enough, well why don't I put you to sleep....permanently?"
Lord Voldermort cackled as he said those evil words.
"Not yet!" gasped Harry, he sounded pathetic but he wasn't going to let Voldermort just kill him. Give up on himself; give up everyone and their lives.
With a great effort Harry pulled himself up and looked Voldermort straight in his eyes. He was going to die, he knew it; he could see it in those blood red eyes.
There was a sudden gust of wind, giving Harry comfort. It reminded him of the days playing quidditch and going on long walks with his beloved Ginny. A silent tear fell down his face, full of the memory of his loved ones gone and the very few good times that he knew he could never re-live again.
"What's this? Harry Potter's crying?" Voldermort's voice full of amusement and triumph.
Harry stopped reminiscing the good times and realised that he was giving away his weakness, but yet Dumbeldore also said was his strength-his heart. To this day Harry still didn't understand what it meant that he had this power that would defeat Voldermort someday. All he knew was it had something to do with his heart.
"Your day to die has only be prolonged by your near misses and lucky escapes, however this time there is no chance that you can escape, I have made sure of that," Voldermort announced with an excitement growing in his voice.
Harry suddenly felt an overwhelming rush of calmness, which he had no idea where it came from. Slowly, Harry lifted his head to face the world, Voldermort, his death. A hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder. This is it, he thought to himself, my big moment, my time to defeat Lord Voldermort, or the one to be defeated.