By the time eleven thirty rolled around, Hermione had nearly decided that going to the Manor would be the lesser of two evils, and she gratefully made her way to the portkey departure area where Kingsley was already waiting for her. He greeted her with a grim sort of smile, which she returned as he led her over to a more private area. "Remember, this trip is just about information," he reminded her needlessly. "You have your return portkeys?" She nodded. "And you’re sure you don’t want anyone else to come with you?" he asked again.