Hartford Thomas Riddle was terrifying, even at age 11, his light brown wavy hair blew back off his face in the powerful wind his magic was creating. His green eyes flashing in what seemed like two different coloured greens, the second shaded with red, the anger etched on his face would send grown men running it was so reminiscent of his Father's look right before he crucioed incompetent Death Eaters. Draco stood to his left, Blaise on his other side, with Theo next to him, all four boys were glaring at the two fallen Gryffindor's.