Sybille left before Hermione could speak, and it was only moments before the room around her began to glow a sinister, simmering orange. Hermione’s only warning was a sharp tingle in her fingertips. Then, every nerve, every cell in her body exploded with pain. She tried, god how she tried, to keep herself from screaming. But then the pain doubled, and doubled again, and she couldn’t keep the agony inside. She tasted blood and caught the distinct smell of burning skin before everything went black.