He felt the spell holding him in place snap, the unforgivable curse removed for now and so he rushed forward, frantically searching her corpse for a pulse. He reached for her hand, the skin from her many blistered burns flaked off and dug into his nails. He searched for a pulse in her wrist and when no such thing could be found he tried again, on the supple skin around her neck. He inspected the bloodied holes where her pulse should be, his fingers slipped over the delicate skin, searching in vain. Her bushy brown hair tangled and mixed with all the fresh blood that gushed out when he pushed his fingers down. The freckles across her nose were hard to discern from the greying flesh of her corpse.