"Eyes open," Harry reluctantly did as she said, peering back into her assessing eyes; she seemed satisfied by whatever she saw, and she released him, "I’ll give you a potion for the headache and the pain - you’ll have one hell of a bruise come the morning, but otherwise you should be fine," she paused, before flicking her wand again, and Harry felt the touch of her cool magic cleansing his face of the blood that had dried on it, "that’s better."