Granger must be in intense pain. Draco had never seen light magic used this way. Lancing, ethereal spikes punctured her form. It was like Granger’s organs were being branded with a white-hot poker, sizzling her innards and forcing out the corruption. But as the cursed affliction had already been working to attach to her soul, it seemed as if some holy otherness was inside her body, flaying strips of her from the inside. Flinging them out in excruciating bursts of blackened ash. Tearing, biting and stinging, every breath an exercise in agony.