An enormous silver stag erupted from the end of his wand. It galloped forwards, out across the air above the sea before it did a large arch and made its way back to them, silver sparks falling like snow from its hooves. It ignored Draco and trotted towards Harry instead. Harry’s mouth was open, and tears were building in his eyes. He held out a hand, and the stag rested its nose against his palm, before it disappeared in a small flash of silvery light.