Harry's eyes snapped open. He was lying in the hospital wing. The Gryffindor Quidditch team, spattered with mud from head to foot, was gathered around his bed. Ron and Hermione were also there, looking as though they'd just climbed out of a swimming pool.
And then, through the fog that was drowning him, he thought he saw a silvery light growing brighter and brighter¡ He felt himself fall forward onto the grass¡. Facedown, too weak to move, sick and shaking, Harry opened his eyes. The Dementor must have released him. The blinding light was illuminating the grass around him¡The screaming had stopped, the cold was ebbing away¡
¡°Okay!¡± said Harry. ¡°It was just an idea, I just thought ¡ª¡±
Harry raised the wand. Now was the moment to do it. Now was the moment to avenge his mother and father. He was going to kill Black. He had to kill Black. This was his chance¡.