Hermione opened her eyes, glancing down the length of her body. Sure enough, her skin was glowing faintly, reminding her of that night on Jotunheim nine months prior when her body rejected the star magic. The breath rushed from her lungs, worry filling her instead. Something was definitely wrong, she realized, as the baby continued to wriggle frantically. Not knowing what to do, she stopped pushing, giving in to the instinct that this baby no longer wanted to be born.