"You can say that again," Fleur admitted softly thinking of her own child that she had lost and it make her heart break that much more for Ginny because she knew how it felt. It also pained her she didn't know what to say to make it better. "I wish we could do this week over again."
Fleur sighed as she sat on the edge of her bed a moment. "I am not sure how anyone will fix this but we will. Good thing is people come back here all the time." It wasn't the same though. It couldn't change what she saw, what she experienced any more than it could for Ginny. She would always have the image of her daughter dying there while she was there and couldn't do anything to help it. "But Fred and George are trying."