Harry’s mind blanked at that, feeling his chest swell with polarizing emotions that left him at a stalemate. It showed in his expression, Draco’s explanation so far from anything Harry could have ever anticipated.<br/>He didn’t know what to make of it, nor of the fact that Draco had spoken it as common sense Harry himself had never thought of it like that; that Voldemort had been so deep in his mind that he had cemented physical, measurable change in the tapestry of Harry’s magical core.<br/>“Yeah,” he breathed, lungs devout of air.<br/>Though his answer was in the affirmative, the weight of that implication was still settling. It made his stomach turn, bringing with it an itch beneath Harry’s skin, a paranoid feeling that he wasn’t quite alone in his body any longer.<br/>“When you put it like that.”