disclaimer: sadly everything belongs to J.K Rowling. . . :*(
She was stunned. Her feet felt like cement blocks keeping her rooted to the spot, and her eyes where surely deceiving her. Only seconds before (well it may have been minutes or hours, time seemed irrelevant at the moment) she had witnessed his lifeless body, draped over Hagrid's arms, being paraded about in the midst of a swarm of death-eaters headed by none other than Voldemort himself. She had clung to her brother Ron for support as her worst fears were brought to life right before her eyes, the very eyes that were now playing nasty tricks on her. For there, right in front of her, was what appeared to be Harry standing victorious over the body of what had been the darkest wizard of her time. The world seemed to explode around her as realization hit the crowd that was gathered in the Great Hall. Still unable to move, and barely able to breathe she stood frozen as reality shattered around her. Then suddenly she was thrust forward, and fell onto her hands and knees as people around her pushed their way to the center of the hall where their victor stood. Gathering all the strength she could muster, she hauled herself to her feet, and lugged her body to the nearest table where she dumped herself onto a bench. The Hall was simply buzzing with excitement, but the excitement was still only skin deep for Ginny. Her head lie against the wooden table, and her devious eyes drifted shut of their own accord. She could not allow herself to hope that what she had witnessed was real. She had seen his corpse cradled in Hagrid's arms. At the same time her heart could not comprehend the loss of it's one and only true love.
She wished to wake in Harry's arms, to find that this had all been a terrible dream. While he pulled her closer and stroked her hair out of her face, she snuggled into his chest and just listened to his glorious heartbeat, and reveled in the rise and fall of his breathing. She never wanted to leave the comfort of this lovely daydream, but just as that thought crossed her mind she felt someone sit down beside her, pulling her away from her divine trance.
"Ginny," came her mother's voice "what's the matter? Are you hurt?" she said noticing her daughter's tears. Still unable to form a complete sentence, Ginny just nodded her reply and fell into her mother releasing her sorrows with an endless stream of earth shattering sobs.
"What is it Ginny?" Molly couldn't stand to see her children suffering. Even though her heart was aching for her recently deceased son, and the countless others that had lost their lives; she could not bear to see her children tormented as well. Pushing her grief to the back of her mind she put on her brave face for her children.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, if you don't tell me what's the matter with you this instant, so help me I…"
She was unable to finish. At that moment Ginny's head had risen from her mother's shoulder to reveal the most distraught and anguished look Molly had ever witnessed. Her brave façade melted away and her eyes brimmed with unshed tears.
Ginny couldn't fathom why her mother would be asking her what was wrong.
Harry's dead! She knows how much I loved him! What is the matter with her?!
"Why…how…how could you even ask that?" Ginny was beginning to become annoyed. Angry tears began to flow.
Confused by her daughter's actions and hysterics, Mrs. Weasley just hugged Ginny closer and began rocking her back and forth letting her cry all of her frustrations out. After Ginny calmed down a bit, Molly pulled back and looked into Ginny's eyes, which were red and beginning to swell.
"Now, Ginevra, what is the matter? Is it F-fred?"
She stuttered on the last word and tears fell from her eyes. Fred hadn't been the reason Ginny had been crying, but at the mention of her brother she began to cry again as well.
"Harry's d-dead!" Those were the only words Ginny could form through her sobs. She felt bad for forgetting about Fred for even a moment, but she couldn't believe her mother wasn't concerned about Harry's death. Harry had been like a son to her mother as much as Fred had been. This is also why she didn't understand why her mother was looking at her like she was raving mad.
"Ginny dear I think we need to get you to the hospital wing and get you something for your…fretful state" said Mrs. Weasley. She had a concerned tone like she was talking to someone far inferior to herself. Molly began to stand up and attempted to pull Ginny to her feet, but Ginny refused to budge. She looked up into her mother's face and Molly could see the pain and genuine sadness in her daughter's eyes.
"Ginny…didn't you see what just happened?" said Molly still worried about her little girls mental state.
"Of course I did! Everyone did, didn't they?!" Ginny said turning a little red around the ears. This was a true sign of her anger.
"And…and what exactly did you see dear?" Said Mrs. Weasley
"Hagrid was carrying H-h…and he was…he IS…D-dead!" on the last word she broke down in a fresh bout of sobbing, and clung to the bench and her mother for support. Realization finally dawned on Mrs. Weasley and she couldn't help the sad smile that crept its way to her lips.
"Ginny darling, Harry is fine, more than fine I would imagine."
She saw an edge of doubt creep across Ginny's face followed shortly by comprehension. Then suddenly, filled with a sudden burst of excitement and astonishment at how silly she had been, Ginny shot to her feet. Her unexpected eruption caused Mrs. Weasley to topple backwards and fall right on her backside, but Ginny was frantically searching for the person she longed to see more than anything else in the world. She was just about to give up every last shred of hope that her mother had been right, when she heard Luna yelling something about a "Blibbering Humdinger" or some nonsense. Ginny spun around and just caught a glimpse of a tuft of messy raven hair and stunning green eyes before they disappeared into thin air. She made to run after him, but she was caught by the bottom of her robes by her mother who had been struggling to get to her feet.
"Ginevra, I know how much you want to see him, but there will be time for that later. Now be a dear and help your mother off the floor, will you?"
Giving one last hopeful glance around the Great Hall she resolved that her mother was right, and turned to hoist her to her feet. Even though she had missed her chance to hold Harry now, she felt a new sense of hope at seeing just a hint that he was still alive. There would be time to talk later, hours and days and hopefully many years in which to talk. Helping her mother back up to the bench, she sat beside her and laid her head on her shoulder. The last thing she remembered before succumbing to sleep was watching Neville, the sword of Gryffindor lying on the table in front of him, talking animatedly to everyone around him.