All I had was a small deadbolt to protect me from the livid muggle who seems ready to beat down the door on the other side. Okay, Granger, you can do this. You have to survive. I turned the latch to unlock the door and heard a muffled grunt before a body collapsed to the ground. I yanked the door open to see a scared, blood-covered Cissy who was holding a blood-flecked chair that she used to knock out the muggle at my feet. Behind her was David, wand out and having tied up the nearest person who had reached for their cell phone.