She wasn't sure she'd felt anything since the moment she'd found out Harry was dead, since she'd seen Voldemort coming to battle with Harry's dead body levitating in the air. She'd been just... dumb. No, that wasn't true. Ginny had felt something, other than numbness. Rage. Somehow, she'd gotten up on her broom and gone off into the fight... and everything that happened after that came in bits and pieces, flashing of fighting and screaming interspersed with just white-hot rage and nothing else.
By the time the battle ended, the rage was gone and all that was left was the numbness. She was bruised and bloody and her head really fucking hurt, but mostly she was just numb. Somehow she'd gotten out of the castle and she was walking through Hogsmeade, eyes down at all the dead or disfigured faces, recognition not even entirely filtering through her numb haze.
Then she looked up. Someone was coming towards her from a good distance away... and surely that must have been why she was seeing something that wasn't possible. Distance, and the fact that her vision was sort of fuzzy and her head hurt so much. Because... because that looked like Harry. Which was impossible. He was dead and Ginny had been too caught up in rage and fighting to hear otherwise.
She took two steps closer, blinking as the dark hair and glasses came into better focus. It couldn't be, he was dead, she'd seen him dead. Her hands fell limp at her sides, wand barely gripped in her hand. Tangled red hair was half in her face, matted with blood from a spot on her head she didn't dare to touch. Her clothes were torn in places, bloodstained and dirty. She was aware of all these things, of how warm the air felt, of how silent everything seemed... and of the fact that the man standing a short way down the street still looked like Harry.
Standing still, breath coming short, Ginny called out in a hoarse, incredulous voice, "H-Harry?"