* * * Gravity is Never Repealed * * *
One of Potter's flailing arms caught him in the face. It made his vision fuzzy and he felt blood pouring from his nose. Black and any number of Weasleys were trying to hold Potter's thrashing body down without much success. Their chief difficulty lay in the greasy purple fluid that had begun to ooze from just about every orifice on Harry Potter's body. It was running from his ears and nose, pouring from his mouth and eyes and making it extremely difficult to get a decent grip on any part of the patient. Suddenly, Potter's convulsing body went slack.
"Now, Poppy!" Snape shouted, or tried to. There seemed to be something wrong with his throat and he rubbed an impatient hand across his chest. But she had heard him, or figured it out by herself. She plucked the interfering bodies off of her patient and then began chanting healing spells in a quick, calm voice. A healing golden light sprang from Albus' wand and wrapped the unconscious man in ribbons of warm light.
Snape tried to push himself up off the wall where he had been slumped and found that his arms weren't obeying him particularly well any more. The Perpessio must have worn off. But why the hell was it so damned cold in the Infirmary suddenly? He tried to recall if Perpessio withdrawal affected the circulation at all, but the world seemed to have receded into a gray mist and taken his brain along with it. He barely even heard them shouting his name when the floor rushed up to take him away.
One of Potter's flailing arms caught him in the face. It made his vision fuzzy and he felt blood pouring from his nose. Black and any number of Weasleys were trying to hold Potter's thrashing body down without much success. Their chief difficulty lay in the greasy purple fluid that had begun to ooze from just about every orifice on Harry Potter's body. It was running from his ears and nose, pouring from his mouth and eyes and making it extremely difficult to get a decent grip on any part of the patient. Suddenly, Potter's convulsing body went slack.
"Now, Poppy!" Snape shouted, or tried to. There seemed to be something wrong with his throat and he rubbed an impatient hand across his chest. But she had heard him, or figured it out by herself. She plucked the interfering bodies off of her patient and then began chanting healing spells in a quick, calm voice. A healing golden light sprang from Albus' wand and wrapped the unconscious man in ribbons of warm light.
Snape tried to push himself up off the wall where he had been slumped and found that his arms weren't obeying him particularly well any more. The Perpessio must have worn off. But why the hell was it so damned cold in the Infirmary suddenly? He tried to recall if Perpessio withdrawal affected the circulation at all, but the world seemed to have receded into a gray mist and taken his brain along with it. He barely even heard them shouting his name when the floor rushed up to take him away.