"What is all this - oh my, quickly, quickly here," Madam Pomfrey. He was disturbed from his dozing by Bill’s arms sliding free from him as he was laid down onto a soft mattress, "Don’t stop what you’re doing Severus," she said sternly - he could hear her heels clip clopping about the bed, "We must get him to drink a blood-replenishing potion, quickly, hurry," arms were behind his shoulders again, lifting him until he was half sat up. He opened his eyes and peered to the side to see who was holding him - oh, Bill again - his robes were stained red. He twitched when a glass vial was pressed to his lips, "Here Potter, come on, you must drink this," Madam Pomfrey said gently, "There you go, good boy, well done, all of it," Harry tried to comply, letting the vicious, bitter liquid pass through his lips and slide down his throat - Madam Pomfrey’s face immediately became clearer, and she smiled encouragingly at him, "Yes there we are, well done,"