"Perhaps you may be able to succeed," she could tell she was reaching her limit as this Avada didn’t behave so well as the others. She staggered backward, hitting the table. Her lungs felt coated with tar, heavy and blackened. It was hard to breathe. She could wake Harry, but he rarely slept anymore. She grit her teeth at his, for once, peaceful form. Her resolve strengthened and she weaned the curse off her wand. It remained stable.