            Lucius kept a concerned eye on her between the chanted lines. When the final word left his lips, they both gasped. Hermione doubled over. Lucius dove with her, catching her even though she knew he felt the ancient magic’s blow as well. His forearm glowed white, and he clutched at it, grimacing. The brightness dimmed, and she finally saw the golden chain between them. It dangled from his wrist to her own, curving across the short distance.