            Hermione went still. Wind whispered across her cheeks. "One of future," she said to the quiet. "One of family. One of life." She wasn’t sure why she was repeating what she already knew, but the words tumbled out, and neither wizard stopped her. With her eyes on the depleted door, she continued, "I gifted my future. My career. My freedom. Lucius gifted his family when he chose to return to me, instead of finding a way to flee London after the ritual—"