Hermione thought to try a different spell, but a realisation sunk in. She felt...different inside. It wasn't just the baby, but the normal current of enchantment that ran through her veins, the little pulse of magic she would normally insert into an incantation was nowhere to be found. Even more, she couldn't detect that lower level of Blood Magic, that stream of darkness she channeled wandlessly, particularly when feeling enraged and vulnerable. "What's happened?!" she cried. 