"Harry," Blaise choked, torn between talking reason into his fellow student or hiding behind him. The soulmates seemed to be locked in a battle of will. When he approached, Harry immediately reached for him and herded him behind his back. "Please," the Italian whispered, "I won't go far. I'll stop before anything happens. The Dark Lord just wants to see how my magic affects you ... or doesn't affect you. I won't ... I would never let you be unfaithful."