Hermione's P.O.V.
Hermione clutched Ron's letter tight in her hand, and walked purposely up a neat garden path to a small Queenslander house. Ron had said he would come, but he wouldn't know where to look first. It was better this way, she had decided, doing this alone.
Studying herself, she knocked on the door.
"Coming!" called a voice from the inside of the house. Hermione's heart broke, it was her mother. "Can I help you?" asked the confused Mrs Granger.
"um, Mrs Wilkins?" Hermione said, "I need to speak to you and your husband please."
Ron's P.O.V.
Ron had burst into the Minister's office, "Kingsley!" he yelled franticly, "..."
Calm down!" boomed Kingsley, trying to be heard over Ron's talking. "Take a deep breath, and say it again."
Ron breathed slowly, "Okay, Hermione is going to do something silly unless I stop her, and I need a portkey to Australia, preferably in Cairns and you're the only person I know with enough authority to get me it now."