Narcissa reached down for a huge golden ewer from beside the bath, and slowly poured the contents of the purified Mercurial water over the crown of Hermione’s head. When it was empty, the entire bath was half full with silvery liquid. The next thing Hermione knew was that she was swimming in a pool of Harry. That was the best way she could describe it. She felt his power, his energy, all his emotion flowing all around her with the swirling water. It was the single most contented moment of her entire life. She would have happily stayed in it forever.