            Hermione sunk her fingers into her hair. Lucius’s hand came to the small of her back, but she flinched away—they weren’t making any sense. "Okay, okay, let’s say the prophecy applies before we resurrected you, Sirius. Lucius gave up his family after the war. Helping me with my research sealed his fate in that he would end up in this bloody quest, and then he’ll be sent to prison and—and he won’t have his family again."