It felt odd, sitting on her bed, gripping the amulet and wand of Abraxas. The amulet must have been the only thing recovered from the burning. The way this magic had worked, Hermione had truly felt like she was Narcissa. She didn’t just experience the physical agony of being followed and murdered, but she had also lived the last touching moments of her life. She felt the love in her last spoken words to her son.