When the world stopped spinning, Hermione found herself standing outside the gates of Malfoy Manor, the portkey coin still tightly clasped in her hand. She looked around sharply, but found herself alone as she slowly lowered her wand. She cast a quick  Homenum Revelio, but it detected nothing, friendly or otherwise. No Kingsley, no Aurors, no Malfoys. She assumed Kingsley had copied the portkey overnight and given one to each of the Aurors, but clearly whatever they’d done hadn’t worked. 