Many times over the course of the next day and night, Hermione found her thoughts drifting back to her coat still lying in the rubbish bin outside. She knew she had made the right decision in one second and then she would berate herself for a fool the next. Each time she started to climb out of bed to rush out the door to retrieve it, she forced herself to stop. Having a way for Lord Voldemort's most gifted tracker to find her whenever he wished was dangerous.