Draco rested a hand at Harry's back. "Why don't you come sit over here with me?" He gestured to one of the stone benches. He was trying to think of who in the village might have done such things. Was there a new arrival? "Did he try to hurt you?" Draco was surprised by how angry he felt, but he truly hated adults bullying children. He worked with children for a living and while he focused on self-esteem issues and peer bullying, they sometimes confided in him about adults in their lives hurting them too - emotionally and physically. There wasn't any excuse. "He was wrong to say things about your parents," Draco added. "They are wonderful people." He remembered his own insults from childhood. Really, like he needed any more lessons from karma.