"Yes, very slowly, but the wound was deep," he heard Snape mutter, "It will likely scar," Harry shuddered at the sensation of the cut in his neck healing and slicing open again and again - each time though, the pain was less and the strange pinching sensation, like pastry being sealed together, returned faster as he healed; another vial was pressed against his lips, "You must drink again Potter, the last one though," he did as he was told, reclined lazily in Bill’s hold. His eyes flicked around sluggishly, taking in his surroundings.