Harry processed Draco’s question the same moment he realized he wasn’t.<br/>Though perhaps expected from his job, Harry’s particular field had over the course of the last decade removed him further and further away from active scenes, more specialized in the scouting of locations and objects than that of retrieval of bodies. The sight - the mention of blood magic - made a surge of panic rise up within him, a blood-chilling fear that made his stomach twist in the hold of memories never far removed from his consciousness.<br/>Bile burned at his nose, bringing tears to his eyes, and with barely enough sense of the people surrounding him, he turned away. Doubling over, Harry vomited, shaken to his core in a way that he hadn’t been in years.