Harry kicked off his shoes at the door, left his journal on the table in the hallway and went in search of his (hopefully still current) wife. He checked the kitchen, he checked the living room. He checked the roof. He checked his room. He checked her room. It wasn't until he was in her room that he smelled it. The scent was familiar. It smelled....like Daphne....only stronger.
Following the scent he found Daphne in the bath, bubbles up to her chin. It was a rather cute sight...one he'd normally take a good few moments to appreciate, but unfortunately, he was just to glad to see her there that he didn't bother taking the time. He was sure she'd have a bubble bath again at some point.
She's said he could hold her and that was the only thing he wanted to do right now. He wanted to keep her with him...even if it was temporary. Moving further into the room, he joined her, clothing and all. He didn't care. What was wet clothes to him anyway?