Their friends shuddered knowing that look was inherited directly from their Father. "What would you know?" an angry redhead spat, his eyes blazing in fury at the twins. "Red hair, hand me down robes, dirty skin, you must be a Weasley" Draco sneered from Harry's left, his sharp grey eyes roaming the boy in horrified fascination. "Malfoy judging by the hair, he looks just like his father" the brunette next to the redhead snorted in disgust. They all knew Henry Potter, the false boy-who-lived from his many press releases.