Harry’s finger slid down his lower lip, touching the wet teeth: much sharper, than the average person’s. So it was some kind of charm, a spell that only changed his appearance. Harry would have wanted to see him: he could easily picture the beautiful young man from the Chamber of Secrets. He could see his grey eyes and his charming smirk as if they were real. Harry let out a shaky breath as sharp teeth closed teasingly around his finger, pressing down slightly.