He walked past families saying goodbye, hugs from saddened mothers, warning the troublemakers to behave. One family caught Harry's eye though, a blonde boy that Harry recognised as Draco was saying goodbye to what Harry assumed was his family, Draco was being hugged by women with black hair that was partly dyed the same blonde as Draco's, she was dressed in black robes with grey lining, Harry assumed this to be Mrs Malfoy. He watched as a tall man with pale blonde hair, dressed in expensive robes with a silver buttoned undercoat placed his hand on Dracos shoulder and wished him well. Harry guessed this was Draco's father, the one he hadn't shut up about. However it was the man stood behind Mr and Mrs Malfoy that truly captured Harry's attention, he was taller than the others, dressed in similarly expensive robes to Mr Malfoy but with grey lining and undercoat, he seemed to be resting his weight on a black cane, Harry couldn't see the top of it since the man's black gloved hand covered it, he had long curly black hair which came down to his shoulders and the man's eyes were a striking dark grey. Harry's own eyes locked with the man's, who simply stared at him. A slight pressure began to build from within Harry's head. Shaking his head and breaking eye contact with the man Harry continued on his way. If he had stayed a bit longer he would have seen the faint trace of a smile appear on the mysterious man's face and would have seen as he turned to an old withered house elf and seen as both of them disappeared with a crack.