Hermione’s spine snapped straight and her fingers dug into the book again. She shot a glance at Harry who was already on his feet and hurrying toward the front door, wand at the ready. Hermione hesitated for a long second and then stood up and followed him, pulling out her own wand. Mrs Weasley, George and Kingsley were doing the same, pouring into the foyer from the lounge that sat opposite the dining room.