Angel had flown through the top most window in Lunas’ house, right into her room where they were both snuggled up on her single bed, sleeplessly waiting for any sign of Hermione. The message was short and to the point. Yes, she was fine - there would be more details to come. No, not everyone was fine - also more to come. And the fact that a portkey was needed with handy instructions on how to order one from the Department of Magical Transportation. Phil lent them his owl and Luna sent their form away. A few hours later the barn owl returned with the portkey packaged neatly in brown paper and a small letter of recognition.