It was as if the swirling winds of magical energy suddenly shattered. Jagged fragments of intense power erupted from an unseen focal point. Ron, in whatever form he was before them, was thrown violently across the Ritual Chamber. In the same moment, a Shield Wall encased Hermione in a dense, impenetrable cocoon. She couldn't even see through it. Harry was there, she could feel that of a sort, but his physical body was in a state of flux. He was the embodiment of fury itself. He took hold of Ron's spirit in powerful, ephemeral jaws and slammed it repeatedly into the walls and floors like a blood-lusted lion devastating its prey, till Ron bled a sort of silvery plasma. He whimpered and screeched in unspeakably, high-pitched agony.