Quietly he finally heard Ginny's voice, and he was relieved. "He's dead. You saved us, Harry... harry, please stop." There was a wavering of uncertainty in her voice, the kind that you use when speaking to someone who isn't all there any more. The wandfire kept going, but the rhythm was broken. "Harry... stop hexing the body... he's dead. It's over." The spells slowed down, and Draco could make out a very quiet manta from his boyfriend.