I rip open Draco’s shirt, he doesn’t even move anymore. The slashes are deep and over his chest, I gasp as I start to wave my wand over him. "Vulnera Sanentur," I chant, repeating it over and over again, almost singing it. Tears are streaming silently down my face, but I focus on my task. The love I have and still feel inside of me is mostly for him. He is my everything and to know that I could have lost him, it is devastatingly painful. Slowly the bleeding stops and the wounds knit together. My left hand is covered with his blood and it makes me sick to see, without thinking about it, I wipe it on my sweater.