Professor Snape was hovering over Draco, frantically waving his wand about. Sweat broke out on his brow. His eyes had quickly glanced up to me, but they quickly went back to his work. From his wand movements, I could tell he wasn’t healing. As the time went on, which was only a couple of seconds, the curse’s hold on Draco was slowly easing. Some of the cuts were closing, but the major one still remained. 