Molly thought of snowballs, and remembered the days when Harry taught her how to raise a magic shield by having her younger siblings pelt her with them. How frustrating it had been in those early days, and yet how those memories brought her joy so sharp it made her catch her breath. She let it out in a whisper, and the air around her hand began to shimmer as she summoned the cold.

She nodded, and in turn, began to draw that line of frost toward Harry.