"Here, drink this," a potion was thrust under his nose - Harry resisted the urge to gag at the bubbling beige concoction that smelt like boiled cabbage, "Come on, down the hatch," pinching his nose, he chugged it - while not completely healed, he was relieved to find his ankle was no longer throbbing angrily, "Now, let’s take a look at your neck," Harry resumed petting Sirius’s heavy head as Pomfrey worked to unwind the bandages from his throat. It was only when they fell away that he realised how itchy they had been - Pomfrey slapped his hand away however, when he reached up to touch. With a swish of her wand, she filled the metal bowl on his nightstand with water, and with another it was lightly steaming. She used the warm water to delicately wipe away the ointment that had been slathered on, until she was satisfied with her work, stepping back with her hands on her hips to inspect him.