            Biting her lip, Hermione eased up the soaked leg of his trousers. She gasped at what she found. The copper anklet had fused into Lucius’s skin, warping the flesh, squeezing it so tightly it puckered pink. "Merlin!" she exclaimed. Hermione reached for her bag, but when her hands only floundered, she shouted, "Sirius, my..."