Harry span back to Zabini as he groaned in anguish again. He was still semi-naked, hanging upside down. Harry had an idea. He holstered his wand and drew Excalibur again. It positively pulsed with its own power. Harry moved close to Zabini, carefully slashing three shallow cuts across his chest. Each one shone with a deep orange glow, holding the swirling blood inside the ridges of the wounds. When looked at from this angle, they created an angry, lightening-shaped cut.