Harry lifted his hand to his friends’ chests and watched as their souls fluttered under his fingertips. Nothing happened that a human eye could detect as extraordinary. His fingers pressed into warm flesh and the flesh yielded and his friends leaned into the touch. Three hearts stopped beating for what seemed to be only a moment, but might have been aeons too, before it beat again as if nothing had taken place at all. But things change even when they’re not seen, and Harry, Ron and Hermione did not think about the faint glow that now hovered above every inch of their skin. 