"That's the thing," Harry said, inadvertedly but effectively falling for the bait. His eyes had once again downturned to the locket, this time inspecting the eye of the pendant. "I'm having a hard time figuring out if we know anything at all."<br/>The way he paused, however, disproved his statement. While his gaze was attentively on the medallion, he was mentally working on unraveling any theories he had spun up, wanting to differentiate between fact and ficton. He missed having a pinboard to work off of, struggling to keep his thoughts orderly.<br/>He shifted slightly, his breath changing. His eyes darted up at Malfoy, but found no immediate purpose there, so his attention returned to the task at hand.<br/>"We know that I have unidentified foreign magic lodged in my chest," he mused, thoughtlessly. "And that I've since Thursday been catching on wards. Because my signature has changed."<br/>Once again, Harry paused to think that through. It was pitiful little to go on, and had Malfoy not expressed worry that it might kill Harry, Harry might not have considered it to be even worth pursuing further, still thinking it might be solved by changing the archival signatute at the Ministry.<br/>"I think it has to do with the house at Towthorpe," he continued in a different tone of voice, no longer speaking in absolutes. "Though that dismantling was weeks before I had any symptoms."<br/>"I mean," he added. His eyes had returned onto Malfoy and this time, so had his attention. "That's unless we consider that hospitalization the first symptom."