Harry stares blankly at the table.

When did they become soldiers? Emotionless? Shut off? When did they become numbers instead of people?

He's not even sure he can name all the dead anymore, but he can name the newest. 

Theodore Nott hasn't been seen in two days. No one knew where he was when he disappeared. When his name rang out in the Great Hall, Pansy had gasped sharply, standing and backing away from the table. Blaise Zabini wrapped her in a hug. Malfoy's head dropped down onto the table. After a moment, Zabini had turned and murmured something to him. Malfoy's head lifted up and he gave Zabini a weak smile.

And now they sit together, whispering and trying to smile through their obvious pain. Malfoy's head is resting on Zabini's shoulder.

Harry just continues to stare blankly at the table.