Reluctantly, Harry and the others followed Hagrid to the edge of the forest. At least the Ancients had blessed them with light. The moon was shining and She may have been cruel, but she was bright and Hagrid had really a very bright lantern held up high. And were everything to go to ruin? Well, Harry didn’t have time or state of mind to concentrate on making his Lumos less blinding. He could light up the entire forest with the way his magicks sung, high and nervous and on guard. 