Lach unconsciously wrapped a arm around her and pulled her against his side while he stared out of the cave. He tried to think back to his short trip. On the ice there had been numerous piles of snow, and sometimes the ice seemed lower into the ground than in other places, but everything was so bare. No polar bears, no rabbits, no fish splashing around in a pool of icy water. Now that he thought about it, their cave was the only one he remembered seeing.

Why had they been brought here to begin with?

"The key," he said suddenly, wondering if she still had it on her. "Did you ever figure anything out about it? Nobody makes a portkey without a purpose."

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