The room where they Apparated was dark. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. And more than a few for her mind to process the horror she was witnessing. She had to break it down into pieces to make any kind of sense of it. A circular room. Torches on the walls. A few plush chairs, two of them overturned. A heavy iron door. And right in front of them, Zabini. Holding his wand against a man’s neck. She felt like she had to look a thousand times only to make sure it was really him. Immobilised and tied up, his mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out. He had been silenced. The freckles, the red hair. The same eyes she knew all too well, clouded by hatred and fear.