"Twenty four years. I'm never going to remember twenty four years of my life? My life with Harry?" she asked, hoping Charlie could say something like 'of course you will, we'll find a way' but knowing that it was probably not possible. "We were just married and... And everything was going so well."
She pricked up at the mention of children and a new wave of sadness washed over her as she heard about the three children she had... Three children who, she supposed, were well on their way to growing up.
"How..." Ginny shook her head, not sure how to even compute that information. She was twenty, she couldn't have three children! How were they even going to react to their mother coming back twenty four years younger to how they remembered? "I have children," she repeated. "How old are these children? Jamie must be over eighteen if he's working at the Ministry, right?"