"Me too. I don't want anyone to think you can be used as a weapon." It was exactly the sort of thing the Death Eaters would do. And he wasn't going to lose Sandy too.
He nodded, organizing the new information. "I wonder if you could move from scene to scene," he puzzled out loud, and then shook his head. "And this is exactly why I put up the spell. If I want to study you, imagine what other people would do." He shuddered.
"I think we tell Mum and Dad first, and then if they think it's a good idea we can tell Uncle Harry." He was quiet, thinking. "Especially if they keep happening. You'll need to learn how to control them. And...and maybe they can help."