"I don't know," she admitted. "Honestly, I don't ... know. Like everything else they've done here ... I wouldn't put something like this past them. I want it to be real," she murmured, though there was an uncertainty about it.
She wanted to go home to a war, to a fiance she hadn't see (really) in five months, to ... a death in two and a half years? Did they really expect she wouldn't try to take steps to prevent that?
"I'd want to change things, of course. Put off having a child. Tell Professor Dumbledore about ... what I know. What Harry told me. Maybe bring about the defeat faster, differently." She smiled wryly. "Make up with Sev, see if he'll brew the potion ... so much I'd want to change because of everything I learned here. I'm not sure I care enough about not creating paradoxes to not do it, either. I don't want to go home and die," she whispered.
What she wanted, honestly, was for him to come home with her, but she'd never ask that. He had his own life, a chance to reclaim his first love. She wouldn't take that away from him. Besides, James would never understand if she brought home a much older lover that their world had never seen.
Which meant she'd have to say goodbye, and she didn't want to do that, either.
She dropped her hand to rub his thigh, lapsing into a soft, sad silence.