Harry had lost what little overview he had as soon as he entered the Room of Requirement. Hermione had dissapeared off to Harry's left, with more determination had Harry had seen in her the whole night, and Ron had spotted Crabbe and Goyle somewhere in between a 8 feet tower of stackered armchairs and what seemed to be a broken gargoyle, and suddently, Harry was left alone. The room muffled the sounds of the raiging war, and even the spells cast by the students in the room seemed distant and barely audible.<br/>A few seconds into his solitude, realitcy caught up to Harry. The lumos-charm he had cast when entering the Room was quickly replaiced with nox, and for a second, Harry stood in complete silence, waiting for his eyesight to adjust to the twilight of the room. Suddently, the spells became more obvious as tiny glimmersof light shone through centuries worth of junk, and as soon as he gained some sort of direction, Harry finally managed to get moving. Though he had gained a sparse amount of weight since he escaped Malfoy Manor, his muscles werent half of what they had been before his capture, and through waves of adrenaline, his muscles ached. Pushing through mazes of trash as carefully as possible, Harry moved toward the flashes of light he believed was Ron.