"We're going to get him back," he said firmly. "We always do." The worry and exhaustion was getting to both of them, but Hermione was also holding down her job at the Ministry. He was tempted to cast a light sleep charm on her, but he knew he'd have purple hair for the next week once she woke.
"I-" Harry shuddered, the magical pull in the pit of his stomach reminiscent of a portkey. He tensed, but went nowhere, and knew instinctively that Ron's wards had finally been triggered. "Hermione, I think-"
A second magical wave of awareness washed over him as the tracking spells affixed themselves to something, and Harry pulled them both up into a sitting position, a cheshire cat grin breaking out on his face. "We got him!"