Breaching the wards, Hermione felt herself losing control. Her skin felt taught, her veins aflame. It reminded her of when she was releasing the Star Magic to Loki so she wouldn't dissolve into nothing but a pile of burnt flesh. Tears burned hateful trails down her cheeks, taking what little makeup she wore with it. As her head lolled backward, a scream tore from her throat that sent the birds resting in the trees to the sky. It happened all at once, the magic surging from her core and out of her body in an explosion of white light.