He could feel tears in his eyes. Hermione's lips on his cheek. Grindelwald's laughter like fingernails raking down his back.
Ron was falling away from him.
"No! Ron, no! No!"
He grabbed Ron's shoulders and pulled him up, gathered him close in his arms. Ron was like a ragdoll, arms flopping to his sides and eyes still wide open, glassy and unseeing. It was like he was dying in his arms and Harry pressed his lips to Ron's without thinking, a crazy impulse, as if he could force the life back into his friend, force the hateful spirit from his limp body.