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As time went on, Harry grew more content with his purpose though he still ached in sympathy when he needed to go out and do the job personally. He now had a system that worked and was able to take breaks, more comfortable with the multitasking that went on in his mind.
Looking around his cave you would see that it had been expanded, the ceiling growing further away and the room itself was slightly larger. The pool that once lay in a corner of the cave now stretched the length of an entire wall, it was eerily still and never rippled when a butterfly dived into it. He had sectioned off a small portion of the cave with some standing dividers, allowing him to have an area to relax in, sleep and maybe eat something, even though he no longer needed to. The butterflies still flew about the place, with the soul filled ones providing most of the light in the cave as they flew high amongst the stalactites and near the pool. The empty butterflies flew amongst them, but lacked the energy the coloured ones showed.
The main change to the cave was that there was a large globe that he had made and linked to his powers hovering in the centre of the cave. It glowed overall with soft light but showed different colours on the land masses as it slowly turned. Even though he was able to know where the butterflies needed to be sent, there were times when there was a sudden increase of deaths. Due to these large amounts, he needed to know more information on where these deaths were without overloading his brain with the information as well as continue with the normal death rates in his head. As he was connected with all the butterflies, filled and empty, he was able to direct them to places with but a thought. Normally this would be sorted automatically with his magic, so when there was an increase of death from its normal baseline, more information was needed for him to sort it out actively. This was where the globe came in as the colours shown on the continents changed from shades of green to yellow then red, depending on the amount of deaths.
Even though his butterflies were able to be sent without him, there were times when he needed to take the soul personally. He never understood why these people needed more magic and his presence than others. The soul butterflies that came from them didn't look too different, only that their wings were outlined in silver and they seemed to hang around the cave much longer than any of the other butterflies before diving into the pool. He couldn't see what had made their souls different to the others. It had taken a while for him to work up the courage to stay after collecting and investigate their life briefly, he was curious about their difference.
It took a while for Harry to notice, but the silver edged butterflies always grouped near him when he was in the cave, seeming to gain energy by being near him and prolonging the time they were around before having to pass on. Eventually, he started to bring them with him on jobs. When he did this, he noticed that it was easier for the soul to leave the body and that the loved ones were always able to grieve properly and let them pass.
There were times when the loved ones refused to let the dead pass on. He received an extra nudge if he arrived when this was about to happen. The souls that he collected on these jobs were always trapped in a cage of dark strings tethered to the ones who refused to let them go, the energy they released unable to reach them. It was on these jobs that he began to appreciate the silver wings more as they were able to quickly cut through the strings in large numbers, whereas he had had to do it manually. (He was lazy ok? It took a long time!) Once the soul was free, the normal process was able to continue as if they had never been trapped, allowing the loved one to move on.
Unfortunately, Harry was unable to notice when his presence was needed for the trapped souls all of the time. He knew that this was true as on his rare outings to the world he often saw people with tethered souls attached to them. Once he noticed this, he realised that he would need to leave his haven more often in order to free the trapped souls. This was when he realised that he couldn't be seen, even when not on a job.
Harry didn't mind this to begin with, he had become much more solitary since the magical world had turned their back on him. But eventually he began to grow lonely again, the butterflies unable to speak with him as he did to them. His job was unable to hold his attention as it once had since he had discovered most of his powers.
It was on one of his trips outside his cave that things started to change.