You had been walking through Hogsmeade, looking for some of the books you would need upon returning to Hogwarts after the Summer break. The streets aren’t as busy as they used to be.

People had been so terrified to leave their houses, everyone just stopped. The only people you tend to see out here are the people that need to go out.

For a good reason. Black smoke moves through the streets at a speed that seems unlikely. Until they crash straight into a shop. Olivanders.

Where everyone had been at least once to collect their wand before their first day at school. Everyone around you dives onto the floor as glass goes flying everywhere.

You shield your eyes from the glass, and eventually shield them. That’s when three cloaked figures step out of the shop. One walks first- and you stop.

You know that walk better than anyone. The way he leans back. Draco. Draco seems to notice you, and even behind the mask you know he’s smirking.

He walks over to you- not making it obvious- at first it seems even to you that he’s just going to walk straight past you. Then, he leans over slightly, whispering in your ear.

“Only you would recognise me by my walk, baby.” He whispers, his finger brushing against your waist, “And I’m glad it was you.” I continued.

And he turns into smoke.