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"Good evening, Harry. I knew I'd find you here. What are you- AAAAAAAH!" Hermione screamed as soon as she turned to Harry, who looked at her strangely.

"Oh, hey, Hermione," he said simply, then looked up into the mirror above him again, going back to work. His upper body had been vertically cut open from a little to the left of the center of his throat to near his groin, and had been pulled apart and kept that way with clamps. A Finochietto retractor had pushed the bones in his ribcage apart to show his heart beating hard in his chest. His breastbone lay on a tray next to the operating table, to be reinserted later.

Hermione gaped down at Harry, whose hands were covered in blood, his normally greenish blue surgery gloves now a complete red.

"Can I help you with something?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What are you doing to yourself?!" Hemrione shrieked, and Harry clicked his tongue.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm doing a variation of an open heart surgery," he said simply. He grabbed his wand and gave it a wave. The cast-iron goblet in which the living metal was bubbling came floating over to him, to land in his free hand.

"Why... Why are you doing this?" Hermione asked, looking slightly ill at the sight.

"I'm merely protecting my heart," Harry said. "Don't be a baby."

"Don't be a...? Don't be a baby?! Harry, you've cut yourself open!"

"Don't worry about it. I can't feel a thing," Harry said, waving her off and spattering blood on Hermione's robes. He poured the living metal into his chest, and it immediately wrapped around his heart, expanding and shrinking with every beat. Harry didn't feel a thing, despite the fact that steam was rising from his chest.

"There," Harry continued as he started turning the crank on the retractor, letting his ribs and tissue move back into place. He then took out the retractor, grabbed his breastbone and put it back in place, then tapped it with his wand, watching as the bone mended itself. He looked to Hermione. "Again, can I help you with something?"

Hermione still looked ill, and looked as though she would be sick if she opened her mouth. Harry shrugged and started removing the clamps and normal retractors, before getting to work sewing himself up.

"You've..." Hermione gulped as she looked down at the floor, seemingly only just now realizing that she was standing in a large puddle of blood. "You've lost... so much blood... How are you still alive?"

Harry shrugged again. "I drank unicorn blood."

Hermione's eyes widened, and any thought of being sick seemed to vanish from her.

"Harry! Don't you know what happens if you drink unicorn's blood?!"

"Aha, but I found a loophole," he said with a grin. "I didn't kill the unicorn, and thus won't be cursed for killing it. Now, are you going to stand there complaining about what I've done, or did you actually want something?"

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