"Go, Hermione." Pansy whispered, stepping away from Hermione, back towards the door they had exited from. Hermione twirled, took hold of the nearest object, an ancient Faberge egg, of all things, and commanded "Portus," with all the surging energy she could feel pulsing inside her. She felt the drain, although not as much as she might have a year ago (Portus was a bitch to cast), and watched as the egg flashed a bright, brilliant blue before the light faded into a faint, steady glow. Pocketing the wand, she looked at Pansy over one shoulder. "If we aren't back by dawn, go to the Ministry. Tell Kingsley, or whoever the hell you can get to listen to you at the DMLE to follow Harry's badge signature. If he's not a complete idiot, he'll have it on him." Pansy nodded once, and Hermione turned back to the portkey. Just before her fingers touched the smooth surface of the egg, she heard Pansy say from behind her, "Hermione, please bring him back. Bring them back. Please. Even if it's just so I can bloody murder them myself." She nodded at the same moment she made contact with the portkey, the feeling entirely fucking mutual, and she disappeared with a sharp tug behind her navel.