A curse woke him, but everything was black. Panicked, Snape reached for his wand, but could not orient himself in the commotion around him. The mattress bounced, and he pulled back towards what he believed Harry to be, to shield the boy when something long and hard wound around his neck. "Lumos. Lumos! Lumos!" Nothing happened, and the Potion Master started to grow frantic, reaching for his neck to free himself. He could hear spells flying and casting in both parseltongue and Latin, but it was too overlapped to identify anything. Trying to shield himself, he slipped closer to the edge, but his "collar" would not allow much freedom. Covering himself with a Protego, he hoped for the best.