The Story of Draco and Harry: A Marauder's Tale

Harry scanned the cluster of returning students, mentally checking off everyone with their name, his eyes flitting past until they halted on one figure who was too familiar, too ingrained in his memory to ever be able to ignore.

The shock of platinum white hair and the tall figure that now rose above almost everyone, save Zabini who stood next to him, had Harry frozen on the spot.

Or

Selected few return for Eighth Year, and No One is Happy about it (save for the Marauders who have a hoot of a time - quite frankly this is the only entertainment they get up in heaven)