Ginny stared down at the fallen body of Bellatrix. She was dead, again. Ginny had done it, just like her mother. For a moment, she didn't move. Her face remained cold and staring. Finally, she lowered her wand. She took her eyes away from the body, and moved them to Draco, who was on his knees. "I'll live." she replied, though her voice was empty.
She couldn't take just killing someone lightly. And he wouldn't, but she believed she was perfectly justified in her actions. She would never feel guilty about it. "I need to get to Albus." she muttered. Patching up would have to wait. Ginny ignored the blood that she could feel seeping into her clothes, and sticking to her skin.
All that mattered was finding Albus. She didn't even care if she left the body there, he could wait, or just rot there for all she cared. "I need to find my son." she said a little more urgently. It was like it was all hitting her now. Her son was gone, he wasn't coming back. She'd never have another conversation with her baby boy again. And James had vanished...it was just Lily, who was probably just as upset. She needed to get to her to. And where was Harry?