Instead of being offended by her obvious desire that he leave her in peace, her protector chuckled. It annoyed her that she found the sound pleasing. Even as far removed from the broom cupboard in Hogwarts as possible, she was still taken back to the days, weeks he kept guard outside her door. Without him, there was simply no way to know what might have happened to her in those first chaotic days of the new regime. Likely exactly what happened to most of the other witches even suspected of aiding the enemies. Just the thought sent a chill up her spine.