The cold wintery air was bracing, but she didn't mind. It helped to remind her that she was still alive, still human. Only a few steps away from the cottage she heard the distinctive sound of footsteps behind her. While it was entirely likely that it was just an innocent Muggle staying in a nearby cottage, she couldn't afford to be too careful. Besides, crossing the path of the wrong Muggle could be just as dangerous as wizards. One didn't need magic to be deadly. That was a lesson she'd almost learned the hard way while she was on the run a couple of times. There were Muggles who might have even been worse than the worst of the Death Eaters.