"How dare you?" The Lady Zabini came at them like a banshee as soon as they entered the room in question. However, she was no match for Lord Voldemort and a former Death Eater. Once the very short fight was over, and the Lady stood wandless and mute before them, Harry stated calmly, "If you dare to lay a finger on your son ever again, I will destroy you." Then he looked at his follower, who was still clutching his shirt compulsively, not having left the safety of his arms, even when they had exited the cellar. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered, but Blaise shook his head, burrowing into his neck. "Don't be."