            Hermione pulled her gaze away, staring at their interlocked hands. "It started with the research. I spent weeks rifling through the most awful books, trying to find out where you were and how to get there. Somehow, it worked. Slowly, with many dead-ends, but slowly it worked. Then the puzzle started to click together when..." She wet her lips. His thumb stroked the back of her hand, urging her to continue. "When I discovered a ritual used to tether wives to their husbands, in ancient times. That’s how I got you out. I bound myself to Lucius before entering the Edge—that’s the white, bright place you were stuck in. Lucius pulled us both out, before..." She forced herself to look back at him. Worry surged through her when she found him frowning. "I know, it was wrong to trust Lucius—"