The train was nearly full as the trio and extended Weasley clan boarded. Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to the back of the train and stumbled upon the only compartment that could house the three. Sat in the window was an older man with disheveled sandy brown hair speckled with flakes of grey that hung across his forehead. His robes were worse for wear and even though his eyes were closed, you could see the exhaustion written all over his face. Hermione couldn’t help but inspect the scars that lined the man’s face, the largest starting just above his left eye and crossing diagonally across his nose to the corner of his mouth. In that moment Hermione had the strangest urge to push the hair out of his eyes and run her fingertips across each scar. She watched as he twitched in his sleep as they entered, but didn’t wake.