"Very sure, Kingsley," she replied firmly, and he held his hands up in surrender. As they waited for the appointed time, Hermione thought back ruefully to just a few days before, when she had been so desperate to avoid hours and hours of dead-end research she had considered volunteering to be part of the Manor team. The irony was so perfect she could have laughed had the coin in Kingsley’s hand not begun to glow, indicating the portkey was minutes from activating. Gingerly, he handed it over to her, and she closed her fist around it as she pulled her wand with the other hand. Despite the disorienting nature of portkey travel, she could easily be dropped into a hostile situation, and she raised it into a defensive position. 