"It was like you threw had a fit of sorts in the forest," Regulus said softly. "And then you went completely still." His eyes were glazed over with a haunted sort of look, and Harry reached out for his hand, only for both of them to flinch back when it burnt harsher than even contact with Evan had mere minutes ago. His hand was red and raised with what looked like a welt when he pulled back to look at it, skin torn and nearly blistered.