In their first home, the grounds had been larger and the border had been a longer distance away. In the immediate months after her capture, Draco had kept her locked in the manor, and when he’d finally let her out, she’d tried finding the limits of his land and its wards. He had warned her of the spells surrounding and that she could not pass them, but she had wanted to see it for herself. It had taken her several failed attempts until she had finally managed it. Until her success, almost as if he knew and resented her determination, he would find her and haul her back inside the manor to distract her some way or another. When she’d finally reached it, she had thrown herself against that invisible barrier until it felt her body might break into pieces and she was bruised all over. She had scratched at it until her nails broke off and bled, and she had screamed and howled for help for so long she had lost her voice. 