Ginny was ready to face Voldemort's legions.
Her brother's death had filled her with burning anger and steel resolve. She stood by Ron and Hermione, ready to die fighting anything that her old enemy, Tom Riddle, threw at her.
The first thing she noticed was Hagrid. She knew instantly that Voldemort had him under the imperious curse. There was no way that Hagrid would willingly walk beside him. The half-giant was shaking uncontrollably… and holding a limp figure in his arms.
A limp figure with messy black hair and round glasses.
Ginny felt McGonagall's despair before she heard it. Then Hermione and Ron screamed Harry's across no man's land.
"Harry…" she whispered. "Get up."
She willed Harry to pick up his wand and keep fighting like he always had. He did not move.
"HARRY!" she screamed.
Her voice did nothing to revive him. Realisation slowly began to dawn on Ginny… he was not just unconscious…
She was the little girl in the Chamber of Secrets again; lost and afraid. She slumped forward, her world spinning. Tom Riddle had defeated her once more.
Slim, delicate fingers caught her shoulders and held her tightly. Ginny clung back, grateful for any comfort she could receive. She expected to see Hermione beside her but her friend was holding onto her brother like a lifeline. The girl comforting Ginny cried too… but her tears were also for another.
Any dislike Ginny felt for Cho Chang vanished on the spot.