"That’s right. We wouldn’t, would we?" he said coolly, and then sniffed, took a deep breath, and stared at their prisoner. "Well, shall we portkey him, then?" They had been sent to try to capture several of the unknown allies that were working with the Death Eaters now, so that the Order could figure out who and what they were. Know thy enemy. Normally on missions these days they fought to kill, and Hermione thought for the first time about how ruthless they had become. If the Order were to have a chance, it had to fight just as brutally as the other side did, and killing – or at least near fatal wounds – had now become commonplace. Unofficially expected.