The next morning, Harry stepped up to the bed where Blaise Zabini was opening his eyes. He was still in his pyjamas, and the bed had not transformed back to the couch yet. Severus was occupying the bathroom, leaving the two students to talk. The Slytherin's eyes were wide and fearful; his body still trembled from the power Harry had overloaded him with. Swallowing thickly, he breathed, "It won't happen again."