Eventually, he just stopped coming back. They couldn’t help him get out of this trap: Hermione did try to come up with something, but she was tired and broken, the constant tears had left muddy trails on her cheeks, while Ron hadn’t had enough time to stop thinking about Fred’s death. This instant — fatal for many — wouldn’t allow them to be distracted from the horrors happening around them, and all Harry did was upset them with his attitude. He cared for every person trapped under the roof of Hogwarts, but he couldn’t waste his inner strength on fighting, grief, and pain anymore — after all, everything would be back to how it was by sundown. It didn’t make sense anymore.