Harri stared, entranced, as their lovers and the attendant Horcruxes began to glow; dull red to start, a shifting green, pearlescent white. A kaleidoscope that rolled blossomed. Harri’s heart filled with delight; they’d done it, finally. A way to remove and repurpose the souls trapped within the heirlooms, a way to empower them all. They could have looked for the others, but none had any clue where they could be. The Cup had only been luck on their part; Gringotts disliked dark magic, and Dumbledore had taken the first opportunity to steal it away. Now they had it, and the Ring, and all the power they would ever need.