Ron reached out and placed one hand over hers. He still didn't know her name, but she was family. "It's not a bit. You really have traveled in time to Hogwarts in 2038," he said, and since there was no way to soften the blow of what would come next he just went on with his trademark bluntness. "The Ministry started experimenting with ways to increase the birthrate, and it ended up killing...everyone. I don't know when you're from, but by 2030 all the wizards and witches in Britain had died." It was getting easier to dole out the information, but that didn't make him feel any better.
"The castle seems to have drawn us all here, from different points in time and space. We think it was...lonely, from what we can piece together." That was the least surprising thing about the entire situation. The castle had always felt alive in its own way, and happiest when it was filled with students and professors. "I'm really sorry that this isn't a prank, but I can show you the newspapers we've collected, the notes we've taken. We'll fill you in on everything we know."
He paused, let the information sink in. "So...what's your name? And which of my siblings do you and this Freddie belong to?" He was pretty sure he knew, but he didn't want to guess and be wrong.