Ron continued to stare at Harry, brow furrowed. He could catch words here and there, but none of them made any sense strung together. The more Harry talked, the worse and worse it got, and the more upset his friend was. He'd heard about this sort of thing before--spells that made a person unable to talk about certain things--but only ever in reference to dark wizards using them to keep their lackeys quiet. Had Harry run afoul of someone?
He was pretty sure not. He hadn't heard of any big cases, and if Harry had been attacked, it would have been a big case. News travelled pretty fast.
"Slow down, mate," Ron said, squeezing his shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting sort of way. He definitely hadn't ever seen him like this. "Something happened." It wasn't a question. The next bit was a question he hated to ask, but it was the only thing he could think that would upset Harry so much. "Did someone die?"