Potter was a good guy, kind even if you played by his rules. He hadn't and had been punished for it. Now, he had been ... abducted? There had to be a lesson in all of this. Had the "Saviour" wanted to kill him, he would have just needed to keep up his chant a little longer. Blaise was sure his body would have exploded eventually. Instead, he had been brought here. The house was grand, beautiful even. The house-elf in the white napkin that had greeted them had seemed delighted to see the Potion Master, so it stood to reason that the witches and wizards who lived here were kind, at least to their servants. Then the three lions had arrived. The moment the Gryffindors had passed through the doors, a change had washed over them. They had stood straighter, moved more in sync, the strange behaviour that unsettled students at Hogwarts was even more prominent here. But somehow, it felt ... natural. Severus had ... his Head of House had deferred to the golden Gryffindor, and that too had felt natural. Blaise had been too scared to voice his confusion, and then ...