Dorcas hugged him next, whispering a quiet, "Good luck, kid," into his hair. She slipped one of the rings off of her finger, something that looked like a lilly, and slid it onto his baby finger. Harry watched in awe as it readjusted itself, shrinking to fit his finger —blinking back the tears when the flower bloomed, before closing back down. There was a green gem glowing in the centre of the lilly. 