            Oh God, he’s right. Hermione swallowed the thickness in her throat. She focused only on the warmth of his hand’s and the other man beside her, his arm brushing hers to let her know he was still there. Still with her. "Only when the Givers forge themselves in Future’s flesh, and the third gift is given, may the tunnel collapse," she recited in a hoarse whisper. "Only when the collapse is imminent, may the gift be given. Imminent..." Hermione straightened up, and Sirius’s hands fell away. "It’s been like this for weeks, how..." She stepped to the side to observe the door once again. The boy was at the edge now. He took a step towards the darkness. As his foot sank inside, like there was no cliffside fall at all, the crimson archway flashed brighter, talons of magic crackling through the swirling sky. Then he was gone, sucked through the darkness. Others followed, disappearing through the black door. Each one without a trace. "We have to weaken it. But how..."