The young wizard gestured towards the door. Neville stood on the other side, ignoring the screaming at his back. He watched the two black-clad figures with hawk's eyes. For a few moments, Harry hesitated, then he raised hiw and to briefly lift the ward on the door. It was now or never. They needed Neville's cooperation, but if he allowed his grandmother or, worse, any of the healers in, they would miss their window of opportunity. The door closed behind the young man before anybody had even realised that it had been opened. His grandmother was immediately hammering against it, but the student merely lifted his wand to put up a silencing charm. He hovered at the entrance, studying the scenery, not interrupting their preparations.