The Old Cliché

"Out onto platform 9¾ stepped a young man. He carried no luggage, beside a leather satchel over his shoulder. He was tall, at just over 6 feet, with dark unruly hair and emerald eyes hidden beneath James Bond type sunglasses. He was dressed well, clearly in high-quality navy blue robes.
The man's name was Lord Harrison James Black-Potter."

Or, the title just describes the fic really well. It's that really cliché one.

Disclaimer: In accordance with the title, as has been said so many times, would I really be posting this here if I owned Harry Potter? The answer is, no, of course not. That honour belongs to the brilliant J.K Rowling. Also, all images used are not mine. They belong to @Arishatistic