Fleur was right. It wouldn't be the same. Anyone who came back wouldn't know. They wouldn't be the same people who'd been here and they wouldn't know about what everyone here had went through. And yet, she'd still have the image of James lying dead. And she'd still have the feeling in the pit of her stomach. And it wasn't right. and it wasn't fair. It wasn't anyone's fault and the thought never crossed her mind that it might be, but it didn't change the fact that she was hurting and in a way that might never stop.
"They'll do it. They'll fix it. I don't know how. And it might take some time. But the twins are fixers. They fix things and they'll fix it. Somehow." She was getting tired again. The weariness in her bones and muscles added to the emotional weight she was carrying.