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HealerRosslearshisthroat.“Wewereabletoompleteafulldiagnostiexam,andI’mafraidtheproedureisoutofthequestion.”

Draoflinhes.HarrygresatthebakoftheHealer’shead.Themanouldstandtoworkonhisbedsidemanner,inHarry’sopinion.Noallforthatkindofbluntnessinfrontofadyingboy,really.

Asifthinkingalongthesamelines,HealerDonovanintervenes.

“Outofthequestionisnotentirelyorretphrasing,madam,”hesays.“Ifyoursonostotheproedure,itwouldbeourdutytoabidebyhiswishes.Thatbeingsaid,Iwouldnotreommendit.”

Mrs.Malfoy’sstareisasarrestingasasolidwallofie.Drao’seyesaredownast.TheseHealersaretalkingabouthimasifhe’snoteventhere,andheseemshekedout,thoughHarryisertainhe’spikingupeveryword.

“Andwhyisthat?”ProfessorMGonagallstepsin.Thesternershegets,themorepronounedherbrogue.ButMadamPomfreyshakesherheadsomberly.

“I’venevertreatedaaseofHanahaki,andIan’tpretendIknowallthedetailsofwhatthosetestresultsindiate,”shesays,“butevenIouldtellthatattemptingtheproedurewouldputMr.Malfoy’slifeatrisk.”

“Theproposedtreatmentisabrand-newexperimentalproedurethatwouldinvolvesurgiallyremovingthedisease,”saysHealerRoss,atalippedpae.“Thismeans,mindyou,thatwewouldextrattheflowers,roots,andseeds,butindoingso,wewouldalsoremovetheemotionalausesofthedisease.Thatis,yourson’sfeelingsforhisbelovedwouldbegone.”

“Thatwasourhope,yes,”saysMrs.Malfoywoodenly,“otherwise,Ianonlyassume,hissymptomswouldreturn.”

“Yes,”saysHealerDonovan.“Forpatientsopingwithanewlove,thisroutemightbemoreviableandmightposelessrisk.ThatisnottheasewithDrao.Whentherootsoftheflowersaresodeeplyentrenhed—whenthefeelingsofaffetionareafoundationalpartofthevitim’sbeing—toripthemawaywouldbedisastrous.Thebodyolpsesmuhlikeatreewouldifyouhakedawayatitstrunk.”

“Speakpinly,”saysMrs.Malfoy,oolly.“Yourudedbreakthroughtreatmentonlyworksonpatientswhojustgotsik?”

HealerDonovan,tohisredit,isnotowed.

“Certainlynot,butastingloveismuhtrikiertoextratthan,say,aninfatuation,regardlessofhowfastthediseaseitselfmasorhowquiklythesymptomsadvanetothefinalstages.Yoursonhasprobablylovedtheindividualinquestionforquitealongtime.”HeaddressesDraoatst.“Howoldwereyouwhen—?”

“Eleven,”Draomutters.

“Ah,”saystheHealer.“Thatexpinsit.Childhoodaffetionswhihblossomintotruelovearethemostdiffiulttoshake.Whatyouloveasahilddeideswhoyouare,inmanyases.Inmost,Iwouldsay.”