If he expects a release he doesn’t get it. Marvolo’s eyes slowly bleed out of the red, returning to his natural green, but his large hand remains around Harry’s unresisting throat, tightened all but the last tiny bit until it’s there again. Minutes of laborious tiny breaths pass, as he struggles towards breathing and then the state of breathlessness, as he registers he’s safe. Which is funny -- everything’s a little funny and he’s so dizzy and, god, the ache’s good even without the Inversion Spell -- because this doesn’t seem safe.