Harry looked down and sighed at nearly the same time that she did. He met her gaze again and squeezed her hand back, then nodded. Nodding seemed to be the only thing he was capable of at the moment. Harry stood stupidly in the living room for a few moments after she walked away, then tried to make himself comfortable in one of the chairs.
Every second that she was gone felt like twenty minutes. He wondered what Ron would do in this situation. Ron would probably be freaking out worse than he was. Harry tried to imagine it in a comical way, but it didn't exactly work for him. Nothing was very funny anymore.
[Thank you! Every now and then I get inspired to go looking for new ones. :D I thought it was epic too.]