She drew a deep breath when he looked away from her, as if it would shield her from whatever he was going to say. She was used to him looking away from her, but she could tell from his body language that she wasn't going to like what he was about to say. It was one thing to hear stories about the people who had died, the first time around; it was another to live through it. Or to hear about it long after the fact.
It didn't matter, though, if it had been years, or months, or a few weeks, or even a few hours, the way it would have been if she hadn't woken up in Lawrence -- nothing could have prepared her for what Remus Lupin told her next. It was as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her head. She stared at him, unable to react for a moment as she tried to make sense of his words. And then her gaze fell away, to her own trembling hands, frozen in her lap.
"I don't understand," she said, even though there was nothing to argue with, nothing to not understand. These were facts. Tonks had been dueling Bellatrix. She hadn't been able to hold her aunt off. And when Tonks was no longer putting up a fight, Bellatrix had turned on Sirius. And now Sirius was dead. The children were safe -- that was a good thing -- but Sirius was dead. The death of any member of the Order should've been just as difficult to stomach, except he wasn't just any member of the Order. He was her cousin, and she'd only had him back for a few months, and she'd been dying to tell her parents the whole story. And now none of that would happen, even if she did get sent back. "How could... We were supposed to..." She shook her head, still not knowing how to put her thoughts together into something that made sense.