She met his eyes for a moment, and then nodded. Turning her back on the dead witch she looked toward the Weir. Ginny never wanted to lay eyes on Bellatrix Lestrange again. "He was on his way home, I know that." she had kept tabs on all of her kids, she had known where they were and when they were due back. He was probably near the Weir, she just didn't know where. That still left a lot of room.
"She didn't Mark it." Ginny said, looking up a the sky. There was no Dark Mark glittering there to let people know she'd killed again. They'd have to look for him. She'd look all night if she had to.
There was no way she was putting away her wand, not with the psychos out there. So, she started walking, knowing Bellatrix she had just left her son's body right where it had dropped. She deserved the same fate. Only Ginny would find Albus and bring him home.