Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"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..."

"...You crouched and sniveled behind the skirts of greater men and women, and permitted me to kill them for you."

"Is it love again? Dumbledore's favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?"

"It matters not! It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore's, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path. I crushed them as I crushed your mother, Snape's supposed great love. Oh, but it all makes sense, Potter, and in ways that you do not understand. Dumbledore was trying to keep the Elder Wand from me. He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand. But I got there ahead of you, little boy -- I reached the wand before you could get your hands upon it. I understood the truth before you caught up. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago and the Elder Wand, the Death Stick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine! Dumbledore's last plan went wrong, Harry Potter!"

"It's your one last chance, it's all you've got left...I've seen what you'll be otherwise...Be a man...try...Try for some remorse."

"So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it? Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does...I am the true master of the Elder Wand."

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy's shell."

"He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother's shoulder: there would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk."

"We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one, And Voldy's gone moldy so now let's have fun!"

"Really gives a feeling for the scope and tragedy of the thing, doesn't it?"

"That wand's more trouble than it's worth. And quite honestly, I've had enough trouble for a life time."

"If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you, but no pressure."

"Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

"Albus Severus, you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."

"Don't let it worry you…It's me. I'm extremely famous."

"The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well."