Leaning against the doorframe of the cupboard, she sighed. Wasn't it a parent's job to protect their child from the dangerous world? She wasn't a very good mum, but even she knew that much. If her own parents knew half of what she was forced to encounter as a child of Oliver's age, she had no doubt that they would've snapped her wand in half and refused to let her return to Hogwarts. That was why she didn't tell them much of anything. Even as an adult and the memories of her interactions with them since returning to the country trickled through the holes left by the charms in her head, she knew that she shielded them from every horrible fact she could.