"No. By the time I got to a proper Healer they said it was too late; that the curses had set too deeply. Maybe after the war, they might be able to do something. Maybe." Hermione shrugged – to be honest, the Healers hadn't given her much hope. Bellatrix's knife must be a very valuable artefact, because the curses it was imbued with were ancient and powerful according to the Healers – and sealed within her scars, lacerating her and tainting her. She shook her head clear, focusing on the moment; Madeleine spreading a little of the potion thinly on a slide and examining it under the microscope carefully.