"The blade was cursed - we must get him to the hospital wing immediately," Snape barked, before resuming his muttering with increased fervour. There were arms sliding under his back and legs, and Harry caught a flash of bright red hair before he was tucked against Bill Weasley’s chest; and then they were running. Strangely, it was the most relaxed Harry had felt since the graveyard - there was nothing for him to do and he felt released from the burden of trying to survive. He relaxed into Bill’s hold, but that seemed to only concern his entourage (it appeared Snape, Dumbledore, and Minerva were running with them).