Pansy almost sobbed for a breath. 'He'd lived without wards for nearly a decade. It was part of his cover, back in town. He lived in a little hovel without any magical help at all. And then we talked about wards. Because of the baby. But I never got around to it. I was getting so tired all the time....' She choked on that. 'He'd survived for ten years on his wits. Six months with me, and .....' She leaned against the wall, the tears pouring down her face.