"I know you were," Harry assured tenderly, scratching the Italian's head. "Sorry, it took me so long." Rising, the young lion settled on the bed, Blaise still in his lap. The Slytherin seemed fragile, like a stiff wind could blow him over. Harry was not even sure his legs would carry him, much less than his body being able to handle the apparition. "We need to get out of here, but I don't think Blaise can apparate."