I scratched the back of my head. "Well, your mother created a blood ward that protected you from the killing curse. I had a feeling she misinterpreted some of the blood magic since it later transferred to your Aunt. Then again, it could have been entirely intentional," I explained. He moved his trunk and placed it on the far side of the room. The bedroom was fairly sparse. We rarely have guests who stay the night. Crookshanks took it upon himself to join us and plop down on the bed. We both released a small chuckle at his antics. 