Ronald Bilius Weasley’s and Hermione Jean Granger’s best friend had been killed. Many times. And he came back to life. He survived the killing curse more times than they cared to think about. Mortality is relative. Friendship is forever. Magic was a living, breathing thing around them as Ron moved to his best friends and pulled them in a pile of bodies and wrapped them up in a blanket made of nothing but his bubbling, pulsing, unshaped warming charms turned personal shields turned anything but a spell.