She readied herself for the moment she would have to utter the words. Dark magic took a toll on those who dared to utilize it. With her wand pointed in the direction of the house, she went over the proper incantation in her head several times to calm her nerves. Just as she was about to cast the curse to bring cursed fire and destruction to the home of the wizard who was once her friend, the entire house exploded into a shower of glass shards and wood splinters. The impact of the blast threw Hermione backwards. Her first thought as she fell was a worry that she would hit her head again. That was the last thing she needed. Hadn't her poor body been through enough?