"Severus, if you would be so kind as to fetch Mister Malfoy, please?" Harry’s eyes were fixed on the window - he hadn’t produced accidental magic like that in years, "Harry," Dumbledore’s soft voice caught his attention, "We will need to discuss what has happened here tonight, do you understand?" He nodded slowly, "But not now - you have been through a great ordeal, and should rest," Dumbledore didn’t comment on the small hysterical laugh that escaped him - all it had taken was nearly getting his throat slit open for Dumbledore to give him the grace of a day before questioning him - why hadn’t he thought of that last time?