"Ten to twelve years, top..." Melinda answered, breaking into another cry. She gulped again and again, trying to find Chris's eyes on the process, yet still thinking about those next years to come. The many nightmares she would have, the break-outs her heart would give her.

"We can do something, but it's quite dangerous and actually, there is no one available..." She talked about a medical transplant of heart, like with Muggles.

"...no one is compatible with my heart." She added.