They piled into the boat without a word, and it began to move. They could see through the bottom of the boat, and humanoid shapes shifted below them, surrounding them. The shapes were docile, only moving with the current of the water. Hermione couldn’t spare much concern for them. She couldn’t say the same for Regulus, though; he never took his eyes off the water, his face wan and pinched in the lantern light. She wouldn’t have to remind him not to touch the water.