Harry filed away the name, making sure to look it up on his own. He'd get Hermione to help, she'd know where to look. "If they're lucky?" he asked. "Didn't you find out?" he asked. "How old was the text you read?" he asked, hoping it wasn't some horrible nineteenth-century text with lobotomies and whatever else they'd done.
He sighed. "Not too long ago you yourself wanted to alter the way you thought," he said. "But it's not important." If Al was right, and this really was what was wrong with him, he'd do anything in his power to learn how to deal with it or cure it.
"It's not about labelling people," he said. "It's about helping them. If you break your leg and it's not properly healed, you'll have trouble walking, but if they can suddenly heal it properly you can learn to walk normally. It doesn't make you a different person, just one whose life is easier."