Something about her house felt off when she entered. Perhaps as a result of needing to be on guard the entire time she was a fugitive, Hermione could tell when there was the slightest difference in her house. She stopped to listen to anything out of the ordinary. Footsteps upstairs caught her attention immediately. Whomever was inside her home didn't care in the least being quiet about it. She held her wand out, ready to attack, if necessary. Her heart beat rapidly against her chest. Each climb of another stair brought her closer to the danger. Who was up there? Was William Wood finally taking a reckless chance to get rid of her? Once she was inside her bedroom, she gently pushed the door to the bathroom open a crack to peer inside. Her shoulders sagged and she threw open the door in her anger.