Being alone in the house that had been her home for twenty years made Hermione's skin tingle and itch. Every second she was inside, she wished she hadn't made the decision to sneak in for a school trunk. She rushed up the stairs, ignoring the reminder in the back of her head that she might never climb those steps again. Oliver's room was almost as messy as the room in Augustus" attic. Rolling her eyes, she opened his trunk at the foot of his bed with a spell. Another series of spells brought all of his leftover clothing flying through the air to fold themselves neatly into piles inside the trunk. She summoned the rest of his belongings: his books, his old toys, everything. They could sort through it all back at the safe house. Once it was full and nothing else flew through the air at her command, she closed and latched the lid of the trunk. Levitating it in front of her would be the easiest option, but it would leave her potentially vulnerable if someone chose that moment to attack. Shrinking the trunk to a size small enough to fit in her pocket, she also added a charm to make it as light as a feather. Tucking her son's trunk with all of his remaining worldly possessions in her pocket, she gave one last look around the room that had been his since the day he was brought home from St. Mungo's.