But she didn't. She repeated the process on all her enchanted pages. Harry watched in dumbstruck horror as she did so, watched her erase all traces of her secret, unrequited love for him. When she was done, she looked so pale she could have been admitted to St Mungo's for evaluation. Was being heartbroken a disease? If it was, Harry was its latest victim. He would need Cassie's strongest Calming Draught to get over this, and months of ritual meditation.