Ginny dropped the bundle she'd been holding when she heard the familiar (albeit hoarse) voice. "Neville." She breathed. She could hardly believe the sight before her.
She wanted nothing more than to pull him into a tight hug and not let go until she was perfectly sure that he was actually there and real and not just some figment of her vivid imagination. But she didn't dare touch him. He looked entirely too fragile for that. Her face filled with concern as her eyes traveled from his hollow sunken eyes, to the bruise on his jaw, to his bony looking arms. He'd never been particularly large, but this...he was smaller than she was almost.
"Neville, what did he do to you..." Her eyes welled with tears and she lifted a hand to cover her mouth.