As she spoke the huge wrought iron gates she and Draco had ridden the carriage through all those months ago creaked open. Four aurors stood flanking the small party of students and teachers that hurried up the hill. Neville was hovering unconscious at Snape's wand tip, his head lolling from side to side but all his limbs were firmly in place. Harry took off running to Ron who was hobbling beside Flitwick, his white shirt soaked with blood from his previously severed arm. 