            "One side holds the key. One side holds the lock. Between them lies magic’s end." She stopped, realizing he had caught her eye. He gave a small nod for her to continue. "Only three gifts willingly given may stop it. One of Future. One of Family. One of Life." Her fingers clutched harder to the parchment, her voice thick as went on. "Only when the Givers forge themselves in Future’s flesh, and the third gift is given, may the tunnel collapse. Only when the collapse is imminent, may the gift be given." Hermione crossed to the bed, setting the parchment beside him.