Harry had left only momentarily to get something to eat from the weird clockwork vending machine down the hall. The tea room was closed long ago. He managed to levitate a few cups of coffee back to the room and shove some cauldron cakes into his pockets.
He came in and set the coffee next to Molly and a dozing Arthur. "Has she moved at all?" he asked. Harry didn't want to miss it if there was so much as a twitch. He had been unable to think about anything but the fact that if Ginny died, he would spend the rest of his life hunting Rabastan Lestrange and making him pay.