Hermione sighed, shouldering her backpack - looking like an unsuspecting Muggle student. Her Hogwarts things had been shrunk down into her trunk and tucked into one of the inside pockets of her fleece. She had traded in some of her galleons for some Muggle money and crossed the street. She was purposely keeping close to Diagon Alley in case that was where one of the Delacours wanted to meet her. It also helped that there was a Magical Post Office nearby where members of the Order would send her letters. She had managed to dupe them into believing that, since her parents "untimely and accidental" deaths, she was staying with some Muggle relatives.