Only a few meters into the thick forest that surrounded the village, Hermione got the sudden impression that she wasn't alone. Years of honing her instincts meant that it was difficult for anyone to sneak up on her unaware. Of course, she was a bit out of practice. Some skills became rusty if not used often. Not feeling as if she was in any immediate danger, she kept walking. Maybe it was a curious deer or another creature that made the woods their home. It was highly possible that she was the one trespassing.