Apparating into Hogsmeade wasn't the safest of ideas. She was well aware that there were enemies everywhere in the village. Even those she thought once were her friends could easily turn on her given half a chance. Still, despite the worries and fears that she could be attacked, she focused on the other side of the village than the one she lived in for twenty years, the side with the newer, more fashionable homes. Seconds later, her feet landed in thick grass behind a house she'd seen on her ramblings through the village, but never been inside. It was possible that this would all turn out to be a giant trap. She knew the risks. Ron might have been tasked by Rodolphus via Rabastan to encourage her with just enough tiny, unsatisfying bread crumbs to seek him out in private. She was well aware that the possibility of her walking into an elaborate set-up was likely.