That instant of touch, of sensation, when Harry's mouth touched his, it was like an electric current shot through him and brightened even the deepest shadows in his mind. Ron heard Harry's words, felt Hermione's arms, and he dug deeper within himself than he ever had before.
There was screaming, a high, agitated howl of rage that echoed through those now-bright passageways. He felt fingers reaching towards the threads, and he pulled strength from the two fighting with him.
He pushed. And pushed. And pushed with everything he had, and everything he borrowed from Harry and Hermione.
When his eyes opened again, he saw Harry, saw Hermione. He mananged one soft word before he collapsed in utter exhaustion. "Gone."