The steam dissipated somewhat, revealing three chiseled figures standing in the floating mist.
"Look who that is."
Draco Malfoy stood with his wife and son, his black shirt buttoned up to his throat. His forehead is a little bald, which makes his chin pointier. The boy was the spitting image of Draco, just like Albus was the spitting image of Harry. Draco noticed Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny looking at him, nodded coldly and turned away.
Harry's heart contracted suddenly, and the sounds of Ron and Hermione bickering suddenly seemed so distant. For a moment, Harry completely forgot where he was, and he almost couldn't resist the urge to reach out and push away the renewed steam. But no matter what, he still maintained his due calmness and stood here.