"It’s going to be okay - you’re going to be okay. Just hold on," his fingers trembled, but he forced them still, levelling his wand at Harry’s neck, " Vulnera Sanentur!" he watched intently as the edges of the wound began to slowly knit together, the layers of fat and muscle gradually gathering themselves up and melting into one until they were whole and complete. But the process was slow - too slow - and blood continued to gush in great pulses out of Harry’s neck, another spurt coming with every beat of his heart.