With a formula in place Gwen and Dumbledore ventured down to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey was quite surprised to see them, although Gwen had been visiting regularly she hadn’t seen the two of them together since the day Graves was brought in.

“Good afternoon Poppy. We’d like to try something if you don’t mind.” He said with a bright smile.

“Of course Professor.”

They stepped over to Graves bed. He looked strangely peaceful on the outside, but Gwen was certain inside he was in deep suffering. She pulled out her wand and waited for Dumbledore.

“After you my dear.” He said, nodding at the astonished look on her face. “You are a very capable witch and I think you will find this to be no challenge at all.”

She blinked. Her lips kept pulling into various frowns. Finally she took a deep breath, shook her head gently to loosen up the random energy hiding there. She remembered the techniques she studied with Professor McGonagall to relax before spell casting. One more deep breath and she was in the right mind set.

She closed her eyes, lifted her wand. She pointed it at Graves without looking and breathed the words: Cauda Draconis Carcer Tristitia. When she opened her eyes again Graves was sitting up and smiling at her.

To be Continued in Episode Fifty Eight