It was Ron and Hermione that gave him strength. Remembering them; feeling their love and support. Their faces flickering clearly in his mind's eye, Harry felt himself regaining more consciousness, more will to fight back. But then it was not only their faces he saw, but the faces of others. The ones he had lost: Dumbledore, Sirius, Cedric, his parents... A rushing feeling of revenge and loss overtook him, met at the same time by a rush of hope, as he thought of those he still had, all his friends and comrades, Hagrid, the Weasleys, Ginny... Their faces all came together, but now Harry could see what was in front of him. With a burst of energy, he leapt to his feet and faced Voldemort, shouting the spell he had known for two years now had to come from his lips eventually: "AVADA KEDAVRA!"