Harry had been trying to comfort his mother, and his daughter, all at once, but it was impossible when he felt like he was shaking apart from the inside, like his flesh was made of glass. He fully expected to shatter every time they touched him. His chest was tight, heavy, like a massive stone sat atop it, keeping him from breathing.
He saw Ginny's words too late. He arrived too late....too late to witness it anyway, since he never would have stopped her. No, he had no need to be the one who did it, as long as Bellatrix was stopped. But Harry knew. He knew it was all his fault. If he'd stopped her before, instead of giving her endless chances, this wouldn't have happened.
He found Ginny, and Draco, and Bella's body. And all he could do was take his wife into his arms, unable to even speak.