Harry wasn't sure he was breathing. "Ron?" he managed. "It can't - that isn't-"
"He's not the only one," Malfoy said grimly from where he'd ventured a bit further inside the graveyard. "It looks like all the rest of the Weasleys are in here, too. Wait - no, I don't see the girl's name anywhere. And how many brothers were there?"
"Six," Hermione said numbly. "Ron and five others."
"Then one of them is missing, too. There's Fred, George, Percy, and Charlie here."
Harry stepped forward, leaning over the next gravestone he came to. "It's Bill that's missing, then," he called out. "And - Merlin, there's too many! Here's the Bones family..."
"Apt name now," Malfoy muttered under his breath, adding before anyone could reprimand him, "I'm sorry. That was... Circe, this one's a baby." He leaned closer and frowned at it. "Claudette Weasley? That sounds unlikely. And Fleur Weasley next to her."
"Bill's wife," supplied Hermione. "I suppose it's no surprise they had a baby. I mean, they've been here ten years..."
Neville emerged, stumbling, from around another tree. "The Patils are in there," he reported, "and a few names I didn't recognize. And I'm going to be sick." He disappeared again, this time in the opposite direction.
"Harry, you have a list of the Settlers, don't you?" Hermione said, seeming almost calm again. "We should check it against the gravestones and see who might be left. And I suppose we should write down the names of any children, too. There's another one here." She bent and brushed dirt off the engraving. "Rebecca Wood. She's between Oliver and Katie, they must have gotten married while they were here..."
"Right." Harry reached into his pocket and fumbled for the slip of parchment covered in Dumbledore's calligraphic handwriting. "Er... right. Malfoy, Hermione, read them off for me, will you?"
In the end, the only two names they couldn't find were Bill's and Ginny's, and Robby the house-elf. "Merlin," Harry whispered, looking down at the list, every name but three crossed off. "All of them dead..."
"Don't faint on us, Potter."
"Malfoy, shut up. They're dead. They're all dead."
"You know what this means." Neville stepped out of the trees to their left, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand but looking much less green than he had a moment before. "Robby's master must be Bill. It's Bill that doesn't want us here."