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"What spell was it?" Snape looked across the gurney he stood beside.
"We can't be sure," Madam Pomfrey said heavily, "Apparently the Death Eater who cast it was Silenced at the time. Harry Potter said it was purple; it hit her right in the chest. I'm not much for diagnosing - I like to know what I'm dealing with before I start treatment. You're the only one with any mentionable experience with healing damage caused by Dark Spells; I'm sure you can determine what this is and have her up and around in no time."
"Thank you, Poppy," Snape gave the Healer a polite nod as she left. He watched the door close behind the woman before turning his dark eyes back to the patient and placing his fingers on her wrist to check the pulse; it was slow, erratic, and varied from pounding to barely strong enough to feel. Furrowing his brow, the professor shook his head once, sighing.
"What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time, Miss Granger?"