The streets of muggle London were bustling with feet and cars and horns every which way. Mum never let go of Remus for a second, though she seemed to breathe now that they were away from their nosy world of magic. It was impossible for privacy when everyone knew everyone. In muggle places, no one knew who Harry Potter or Ginny Weasley were. They could blend in, disappear into the crowd, and just be people again. Not saviours, not harlots, nothing. Just people.