For a second, can we forget a world of red-lined robes and bright green eyes, of divided sides and cupboards under the stairs? Let’s look, instead, at something a little bit different, where the Dark Lord’s equal was not born as the seventh month dies, but born as the sixth month rises. Let’s talk about how, as far as we know and Tom Riddle knew, there was only one person who fit that, and he belonged to a family allied with him, loyal to him. Let’s talk about Draco Malfoy.