Then suddenly she was in a brilliantly white room, lit so brightly that it was almost blinding. The initial shock passed after a few seconds and Hermione looked around, seeing for the first time the calm space in her own mind. She gasped. For she was hit with such a powerful sense of Harry’s presence that she thought this might be over in minutes, that she’d found him without even trying. It was as if he was there, just out of sight. She reasoned that this was just his essence from the Potter ring again, or their innate connection rearing its head inside her own.