"Oh bloody hell." Ginny mumbled under her breath. What had bloody well happened in that time? How had she even ended up...A flash through her mind of her holding a sword standing in front of a giant monster and getting thrown to the ground. Was that real? It certainly explained the cut on her arm. She didn't trust her memory at the moment though. Her memory also told her that Tom Riddle had been sitting on the foot of her bed. And that James Sirius had...
"There was a fire?" She asked, a vague memory of flames but it was mixed in with everything else. "My brothers and my mum and everyone is alright, yeah? And my kids. And..." She was related to half the town. It was a lot of people to worry about.