Harry nodded and lowered his hand, reaching for fire. Remembering the feel of it, the taste of it, the pain of it, and the roaring pleasure of it. Time to try things differently.

And then, he spoke, softly. "Ignis, Ignis Obice!"And fire flowed from his hand, slow and like a very ghost of itself. licking along an imaginary line as he started walking toward Molly.