Ginny tried to let his words penetrate, to make sense, but it was taking them awhile to cut through. Only then, something finally made it. It wasn't his words or his voice, though. It was the feeling of his arms going tight around her shoulders. She stiffened for a moment and then breathed him in and there... there, deep beneath the smell of blood and sweat and death, was the smell of Harry. A scent she'd had memorized for years, strange as it sounded, and even if her mind had been unsure, her heart and her soul knew.
"Harry..." Her voice was hushed. Then she wrapped her arms around him tightly, burying her face against his shoulder and ignoring the sting of her wound and the hot tears spilling from her eyes as she gasped out against his shoulder, "You're alive. Oh God, I thought you were dead, I thought- I thought I'd never-"