Right before the biggest battle of his life – and that's a lot to say for a guy with such a crazy life – he took a moment to pause and reflect. This had to happen, everything so far just had to happen, but for a good reason. He needed this battle to end well so that everything he had been through would be worth it. All that time hiding in the woods, finding all the horcruxes' hiding places. That was tough, but now all comes down to this.
He was almost ready to continue, but first he needed to think of the fallen. So many people had died for the cause, friends and enemies alike. Because although he got closer to his goal when his enemies died, he still realized they would be mourned, that their deaths caused pain too. He especially had to reflect on his friends, so many had died in the past few years. So many had died for him. He appreciated their sacrifice, but their deaths hurt him more than anyone could understand. He had always tried his best to appear strong, to honor their memory.
He was ready now. He knew he would either come out victorious or lose his life; there was no other way. At least he had good people on his side. He took a deep breath and amplified his voice to be heard heard loudly in the Great Hall: "I know that you are preparing to fight. Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me…"
