Prologue:
She was expecting to see a corpse.
She had seen a lot of unpleasant things that day and she suspected that this one might make her top five. Snake bites to the neck. That would fall somewhere between brains unraveling out the ear and humanoid werewolf attack victims.
She was extremely annoyed that she was being pulled from people she could actually save to look upon a dead man in the Shrieking Shack.
Harry Potter asked for the body of the former Professor Severus Snape to be collected and a few wizards made their way to the decrepit little house. Moments later they were back, standing in front of her demanding that she come with them. She bit her tongue and through a glance at the witch she was working on with her left arm cursed off. The wizards pleaded with her, saying there was not time to waste. She sighed and let another healer take her place.
She was expecting to see a corpse, but what she found was far more unpleasant.
The man was alive, barely, but nevertheless, when she knelt beside him in the puddle of blood, she could hear a faint, rattling breath. This man looked to be more venom than blood. He must have been laying there for hours. Yet somehow, he was alive.
