"This shop is freaky" Harry grumbled as he stared at a glass that held what seemed to be a preserved heart, from what Harry preferred to not know. "We won't be here long" Tom assured them. Hermione just rolled her eyes at her Brothers disgusted yet fascinated expression as he looked at the bone collection on an old and dusty shelf. "Ah, Mr LeClair, Mr Malfoy" all three children turned at the new voice, an old, worn and creepy man had appeared at the counter, his voice was as oily as his hair and skin. He looked worse than their Aunt Bellatrix and Uncles Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Barty after their small stint in Azkaban prison. Sunken in cheeks and jaw, sharp and slightly crazy black eyes which were surrounded by dark shadows. Harry shuddered as he felt the old man's gaze fall on him, instinctively he stood in front of his Sister before the man could stare at her as well.