            Hermione focused on his hand, now cold in her own. She closed her eyes and let her magic draw upwards into her chest. It pooled inside the cavity of her ribs, then with another determined push, it broke free from her body. Fingers of magic trailed out into the air. She felt them pulling forwards, towards the cliffs beyond the obelisk. But when she concentrated, and tried to nudge the tendrils of magic beyond the crest of the hill, they came up short. The wards, she realized. It was like some invisible wall. "There," she said, opening her eyes and raising her other hand to point.