From the frying pan to the fire!

Arriana having planned for just this kind of betrayal took a step back right onto the portkey that she had made out of an ordinary garden hoe. Landing on the street behind Diagon alley, Arriana carefully made her way to her hotel room. Once upstairs she remove her cloak, the extra padding she had added to her clothes and her wig.
"That was a close one," she told her brother as he removed the cuffs.
"I'm glad that you took a fake with you. I couldn't imagine what would have happened if this had fallen in the wrong hands," he told her as he held up the enchanted chalise that gave the drinker eternal life according to legend.
The ministry had been after it for months since Voldermont had taken over.