‘Ginny!’ Harry muttered, sprinting to her and dropping to his knees. ‘Ginny! Don’t be dead! Please don’t be dead!’. He flung his wand aside, grabbing Ginny’s shoulders and turned her over. Her face was white as marble, and as cold, yet her eyes were closed, so she wasn’t Petrified. But then she must be… ‘Ginny, please wake up,’ Harry muttered desperately, shaking her. Ginny’s head lolled hopelessly from side to side. ‘She won’t wake’, said a soft voice.