A/N: I'm still a little behind on updates. This chapter isn't my favorite, but I always thought that something along the lines of this chat between Voldemort and Harry would occur at some point. Please review your favorite chapter. Suggestions are always welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. What a pity.

It had all come down to this one moment. The moment of truth. The moment of destiny. The moment that would decide it all.

After the destruction of all of the Horcruxes, Harry Potter had finally come face to face with Lord Voldemort himself, not knowing whether he will survive the wrath, but knowing that whatever happened, Lord Voldemort would be mortal.

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"So, you seek to kill me, Harry Potter?" Lord Voldemort asked maliciously.

"Yes," responded Harry through clenched teeth, watching Voldemort pacing mercilessly with his long black cloak billowing unevenly behind him, almost a reflection of the broken soul within.

"You will never kill me, Harry Potter. I have conquered death, as I shall conquer you. I am immortal. I will live for all eternity."

"There are other ways to be immortal!" Harry shouted at him.

"Excuse me?" Voldemort breathed as he stepped gently closer.

"You have gone to such lengths to escape death. You killed, you stole, you lied, you cheated. And all for what? So that you could continue living this meager existence forever? Is that really what you consider being immortal? Is it really worth it?"

"Death is the ultimate human weakness. I shall never succumb to it," Voldemort paused giving the feeling of finality, but continued, "And you are right, I have gone to great lengths to overcome it. Greater than any other wizard ever to have lived. And I will live forever. Unlike you, Harry Potter. You shall die tonight, at my hand," he said as he advanced slowly, his red eyes glinting hungrily.

"You have no idea what being immortal really means. Sure! You can escape death. But that doesn't mean you'll be immortal!" Harry yelled in response

"What are you talking about? You have no idea what you are talking about. You do not know the ways in which I—"

"Oh, I know everything you've done to triumph over death. What you don't realize is that you don't need to escape death in order to be immortal!"

Lord Voldemort eyed Harry with an expression of intense fury, mingled with bewilderment and disbelief.

"There are other ways to be immortal," Harry said in a low voice.

Lord Voldemort's expression was greedy now.

Harry laughed, "But you could never achieve them. You will never be immortal.

"I am immortal," Lord Voldemort hissed.

"No, you're not," Harry answered with the air of correcting a common falsehood, "Because you never really know if you are immortal until you die."

"But that would defeat the whole purpose," Voldemort snapped in an annoyed tone.

"Quite the contrary. You see Voldemort, one of your greatest weaknesses is that you do not understand that immortality doesn't mean escaping death. Immortality occurs when, even after someone has died, they continue living."

"That is impossible," Voldemort spat.

"It's not. It happens through love."

Voldemort laughed, "Love is nothing."

"Love is everything. With love, you are always remembered. You do not need to just keep living, to put all of your knowledge and power and will into creating a realm for yourself in which death is impossible. Death is a part of life. Without death, there can be no life, there can be no immortality."

Voldemort laughed quietly, "Do you think you are immortal, Harry Potter?"

They were locked in a gaze with each other, each trying desperately to understand the other.

"Harry Potter, you are not immortal. I am going to kill you."

"KILL ME THEN!" Harry shouted, "You don't understand! It doesn't matter! Whether or not you kill me, there are people that love me. People that would care. If you were to die there would be parties, celebrations, singing and dancing and merriment! It already happened once, and people are eager for it to happen again. But if you kill me, my memory would still go on. There'd be people who would carry me with them, people that would never forget!"

"So you say that people would miss you? Because people love you? That is an idealized hallucination of the world."

"It is not a hallucination. It's real. It's my world."

"Your world is imaginary."

"Just because you could never have the world that I have doesn't make it imaginary."

There was a long pause. Each holding his own and defending his belief.

"I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter," Lord Voldemort spoke at last.

"I cannot die."

Voldemort laughed, "I am going to kill you."

"It won't matter. I'll still live. You may have tried to escape death, but you will never escape me."

"Do you think you are going to kill me?"

"I am going to kill you."

An evil grin spread itself across Lord Voldemort's twisted face.

There were two shouts of the same incantation. Two blinding flashes of bright green light. Two bodies falling to the ground.

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The two men were dead. However, each was gone in different respects. Lord Voldemort was never spoken of again, only remembered with resentment and fear. But Harry Potter was remembered and celebrated and loved, even in death. Lord Voldemort was a faceless evil wizard, gone and never to be spoken of again. But Harry Potter, Harry Potter was forever spoken and thought of with the greatest respect and honor and love, instilled in every memory as the hero with the lightning bolt scar.