"I got you Harry, we're going to make it." Ron took the Derringer out of his friend's hand and pocketed it, putting Harry's left arm over his shoulders to support him as Ron kept his own wand out and they turned to face the firefight. Charred flesh decomposed into ash as layer after layer of vampire burned away to their final deaths in the noonday sun. As each new layer went aflame, the shadowy tendrils recoiled as if to ward away the fire.