"What-" she gasped. The black scar tissue of the Horcrux traveled beyond her forearm and now crept past her elbow up to her bicep. She held the arm up examining it closely, staring into its depths as if she could see Harry in there. It frightened her, and she shook her hand and arm in a panic, despite knowing no amount of shaking or flailing would rid her of this scarred reminder of what Harry did. 