“There are no more Horcruxes. It’s just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good… .”
“One of us?” jeered Voldemort, and his whole body was taut and his red eyes stared, a snake that was about to strike. “You think it will be you, do you, the boy who survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling strings?”
“Accident, was it, when my mother died to save me?” asked Harry. They were still moving sideways, both of them, in that perfect circle, maintaining the same distance from each other, and for Harry no face existed but Voldemort’s. “Accident, when i decided to fight in the graveyard? Accident that I didn’t defend myself tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again?”
“Accidents!” screamed Voldemort.