The healing charm was as agonising as the curse, but within a heartbeat, Severus felt as if the last few minutes had not happened. He had expected a half-hearted attempt at healing at best, but Voldemort had put enough power into his spell, to heal even poorly set bones Severus had suffered since childhood. Amazed Severus opened and closed his left hand, not feeling even the slightest discomfort. Since his father had broken the three middle fingers in a drunken fit, there had always been a residual ache. Now ... nothing. Things simply had snapped back into place, making him feel better than he had in a very long time.