Hermione acted as soon as darkness fell. Swift, no mercy. Her wand carved out a path through the wards and her magic flitted out, entangled with something darker to let them know the time had come. The first few pops of magic were hard to hear and small, distant and deep in the fields behind the Weasley’s home. The next were closer in the greenery, and by then Hermione could feel another ward being erected to keep the occupants from escaping.