Harry let his hand fall, straightening his gaze enough for his glasses to stay on his nose. Besides the general location of the foreign magic, Harry would gain more from attempting to read the conclusions on Malfoy’s expression.<br/>The up lit light once again made Malfoy’s features seem more severe, but his blond hair reflected the light in a curtain of blue. Harry realized it reminded him of the blue shimmer of a pensive reflected in Dumbledore’s hair, a lifetime ago. Harry desperately wanted to see what Malfoy saw, but the topic was so foreign to him that he barely knew how to phrase his question.<br/>While he could comprehend Malfoy’s worry, Harry didn’t share it, so he didn’t comment on it. In private, he would let his shoulders slump with relief at the confirmation that it wasn’t related to the scar; even the prospect of dark magic lodged near his heart didn’t feel like the worst possible outcome.