"It’s time. The portkey already activated, you have just under forty-five seconds. Their wards are already up, floo closed, they are working on your wards. That latest one you and I made is slowing them quite a bit more than I even expected." The phone went dead and Hermione stood fully dressed, bag across her chest and wand at the ready. Her expression determined. As she felt the final protection fall, the portkey glowed blue and she felt the pull at her navel. The last thing she saw was one person who she used to trust completely.