Ginny's eyes widened with a bit of panic as Fleur was visibly fighting tears. She knew that other people had been sick and she knew that other people had gotten hurt. She could remember the sounds of screams and there were a lot of fuzzy memories mixing in her head involving helping hurt people to safety, but something told her this wasn't about people that would soon recover.
She'd had a nightmare--she thought it was a nightmare anyway. It couldn't have happened, right? "Fleur...my--Jamie. He's not--I dreamed that. That was the fever." She was saying it mostly to reassure herself, but it wasn't working very well at all.