Author's Note: I was reading some challenges a couple of days ago, and I came across one that had to do with a person feeling true heart-stopping fear, and I was thinking 'hmm, maybe I'll write about Voldy.' Unfortunately, I couldn't find said challenge again, but I had got the idea in my head, and here it is.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. J. K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter Characters.

This was it. This was the moment. The moment he had been waiting for since he had first heard those prophesized words. The moment he had dreamed about since regaining his body. This was the moment that he, Lord Voldemort, would finally kill Harry Potter.

He knew, it would happen. That he would get his way. Because he knew Potter. He knew that the boy would not be able to stand by and watch as his friends were killed in front of him. He knew that he would come to find him before the battle was over. And, he knew beyond a doubt that Harry Potter would meet his end at the hands of the greatest Wizard known to man. The boy has spent too long running away and getting lucky, to escape again.

So, when the Harry Potter entered the little clearing, completely alone and completely unarmed, Lord Voldemort was not surprised at all. When his Death Eaters became riled up and then fell silent, he felt that everything was as it should be, almost at peace with the world. And when that giant, Hagrid, started trying to get Potter to leave, Lord Voldemort felt triumph.

But, when he locked eyes with his enemy, he finally realized that something was off. Like Potter was playing him. As if, when he proceeded, the joke would be on him. And suddenly, Lord Voldemort did not feel sure of what he was about to do. And when the curse had been fired, right before it hit it's mark, Lord Voldemort knew that something was wrong. And, in the split second after it hit, he felt something stir deep within himself. Something that he hadn't felt in so many years that it was almost totally foreign. That feeling stayed with him after he woke up. Even after the Malfoy woman concluded that Potter was dead.

It went away somewhat during the following battle, but when Molly Weasley killed his best, most devoted follower, it came crashing back at full force. And when Harry Potter seemingly came back from the dead, again, it was almost too much to bare.

And, as they circled each other, as the Boy told him of all of his follies, Lord Voldemort realized what it was that he was feeling. Not remorse, like Potter told him to feel. But fear. True, all-encompassing, boggart-initiating fear. It flashed across his mind, keeping him from attacking. Holding him in place. And as they fired their spells at each other, he knew it was over. Because even if he won, he will still have lost. He, Lord Voldemort, was afraid.

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