She only managed one step forward as the figure-that-looked-like-Harry came running towards her, because she was too caught up in disbelief. Ginny only dimly registered what he was saying as he stood in front of her. More than his words, she registered his voice, which sounded so much like Harry's voice, but it couldn't be!
"H-Harry?" Her voice cracked and she stopped to lick her dry lips as she stared at him, slightly hazy. "You died. I saw you and they said- You're dead." She cracked again on the last word, the breaking of her voice edged in a tiny cry. She wanted to reach out and touch him, even if he was an illusion. She thought she deserved to touch him just one last time, at least.