Her brow furrowed. "A list?"

"Of the dead."

A jolt passed through her skin. Her heart squeezed, and she stepped toward him.

"George? George Weasley?"

"No." His hand continued the list with a flourish. It was lengthy.

"Fleur Delacour?"

"No."

"Angelina—?"

"Granger, just let me finish."

She stood there with panic sparking along her veins, compiling a list in her head of the other names that would ruin her if they appeared in his handwriting. She let him continue in silence until a sudden idea made her jump.

"Did Blaise and Pansy make it out?"

His quill paused, and he glanced up at her again. "Yes. I made sure of it when I went back for Charlotte." He studied her face. "I'm sorry, I would have told you last night if I'd known you were concerned."

She opened her mouth to insist that she wasn't concerned about Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini, but the loosening knot in her stomach said otherwise. She closed her mouth and nodded.

Draco finished his list two minutes later. The scroll was almost a foot long. He handed it off to her and stared at the floor, twirling the quill between his fingertips.

Hermione's fingers shook as she held the parchment. He hadn't buried the lead. At the top of the list was the name Katie Bell. Her vision blurred, but she tightened her jaw and continued.

Three Carrow Girls that had been Splinched in the Lounge, unnamed. Cho Chang. Mulciber, Mr. Parkinson, Warrington, Pucey, and Gregory Goyle. Nineteen Death Eaters and thirty-one guards — none of their names important enough to specify. Two Muggle groundskeepers. The Hungarian Minister.

Several dozen True Order members, and six werewolves — none of them named. Sixty-eight guests, their identities "to be determined." He'd scribbled at the bottom of the page, 172 dead.

She took a deep breath before she looked up at him. "Voldemort must be furious."

"He is." Draco's throat bobbed. "When I was excused, Yaxley was begging for his life."

Her eyes widened. "Did he torture you as well? Any of you could have called him—"

"No. It's the responsibility of the highest-ranking officer to call for the Dark Lord. Yaxley should have done it immediately." He set the quill down and leaned back on the desk. "The only reason he might be spared is that he and Dolohov got out Minister Cirillo, Minister Santos, and all other visitors in the Burgundy Room." He gestured to the list. "The Hungarian Minister was gambling in the Lounge at the time of the attack."

She nodded and scanned the list again.

"But who you won't find on that list might be more interesting."

Glancing back up at him, she held her breath. He slid his hands in his pockets, watching her closely.

"Susan Bones escaped with them. They only found her arm."

Relief settled over her. And then she frowned. She looked down at the list of dead again, searching.

Travers' name wasn't there.

"They must have thought she was Goyle's. You're sure she wasn't Splinched?"