Harry nodded, the simple fact that Malfoy had tried it all felt like plenty reassurance. By now, dark magic of this caliber was hard to come by, and possible subjects exposed to it were even fewer and further between. Besides, Harry felt quite certain he had scoured the entire country for alternatives, back when Malfoy had just been a hard-to-find anonymous publisher.<br/>"Alright," Harry smiled, seeming encouraged by the answers such a spell might give. He leaned back onto his heels, relaxing his stance another bit. "You’ve seen the state of my chest, I won’t be cross if it adds to it."<br/>The addition, spoken through a crooked grin, was said in the expectation that Malfoy’s area of interest would be the same as his ward’s.<br/>"Will that tell you if it’s the scar?" he said, more a consideration than a demand, eyes drifting again. They had never settled on a common consensus on that matter, and to Harry it would be a significant distinction. Malfoy had clearly not been able to decide on anything back at the foyer, but then again, Harry didn’t know how the alternative would be marked. The scar spanned almost the entirety of his chest, and if the distinction were the scar or a vague, central marker of what constituted<span style="font-style: italic">Harry</span>specifically, he couldn’t picture that translated into a practical use.<br/>Harry’s attention returned onto Malfoy, his smile still ghosting at his lips, softer. "Or is that too much to expect?"