He looked down quickly, then met her eyes once more. "Sixteen," he said, telling her the absolute truth. He couldn't lie about that. "Some of them were hunters. I've had half a dozen Muggle bullets shot at me," he said then. "Almost all of them hit."
"Those are the one's I know about," he told her, taking a few steps away to stand in front of the fire. "When I'm not on the potion, I try to find somewhere secluded, somewhere people won't be so I won't be tempted. I don't like not having control, but sometimes it's unavoidable. But. . . that's it. Sixteen."