"It's over? For good this time? But how... Did Harry fight him?" she asked, biting her lip. She made a soft sound when Charlie said that Harry was dead and bit harder to stifle it, making her lip bleed.
"No," she whispered, bowing her head and pressing her forehead against her knees, trying to make herself as small as possible. This couldn't be right, she had only married Harry months ago. Charlie had to be mistaken or maybe he was the one with the faulty memory? Or... Or... Possibilities raced through Ginny's head but it still couldn't erase the fact that Charlie looked older. Decades older.
"What about the rest of the family?" she asked, gathering herself together. "Mum? Dad?"