The stranger wore the plain robes of an average wizard. He had messy midnight black hair, which vaguely reminded Ashley of Harry (and herself, obviously), but the man's eyes were a dull blue instead of her own Killing Curse green. There was nothing particularly special about him, nothing overly familiar either. At least, to Ashley there wasn't. The new company meant nothing to her but it was a whole other story for Tom. Curiously, she watched the emotions fleeting through his face. There was a spark of recognition, but only for a moment, matched with...hope, was it? Then, there was disappointment and sorrow. Tom's eyes turned distant and pained, as if reliving a horrible memory. But there was something else present... Ashley couldn't quite put her finger on it. Just who exactly was the man to have extracted such a reaction from the Dark Lord?