The prospect that this might kill him smoothed Harry’s expression over, his brows quirking in slight surprise. It was so starkly different from anything any Healer had told him through out the past month that the gravity of Malfoy’s statement didn’t fully resonate in reality.<br/>It was clear to Harry that he was processing the information on a well-rested brain; there was no sense of panic catching hold of his breathing, no sense of desperation in the prospect of dying. In fact, it almost felt familiar.<br/>"Is it moving?" Harry eventually asked, an easy surprise in his voice.<br/>Somewhere in the back of his mind he figured that made sense; the only active magic Harry had encountered that moved through tissue was the dark magic emitting from the medallion, and in that sense, the Death Eater base in Towthorpe felt like a reasonable enough place for similarly aggressive magic. He however doubted it would ever come close to the severity of Voldemort’s Horcrux; that thought alone made his shoulders relax.