If it weren’t for Kingsley’s quick reflexes, Hermione would have fallen to the floor as her knees gave out. The room immediately descended into chaos, but Hermione stared blankly at the note clutched in her trembling hands, her pulse rushing in her ears.  Send Granger to the Manor. Alone.  The words reverberated in her skull, her vision swimming as a wave of nausea hit her so strongly she worried she was about to lose her lunch. 