The door opened on the first knock. Half expecting there to be a fight to the death, Hermione kept a tight grip on the handle of her wand. Kingsley's bright smile put her at ease at once. Without saying a single word in greeting, the wizard stepped back to allow her entrance into his humble home. Once again she hoped that she wasn't making a mistake. It was dangerous to seek him out. They might have been allies a hundred years ago in another lifetime, but a lot had changed. Neither one of them were about to climb onto the back of a thestral to fight Death Eaters in the sky.