"I wonder if it only affects Muggles, or Wizarding Folk as well" Hermione murmured. "There's only way to find out" Harry shrugged reaching his hand forward. "You can't be serious" Hermione and Draco cried loudly gaining the attention of their Fathers. "Hartford!" Tom snapped. "I have already had to heal you today. Don't make me go to your Mother and explain that she has to bury her idiot of a child already" Hermione and Draco snickered as Harry rolled his eyes at the berating."I wasn't actually going to touch it" he whined. "Oh and what were you going to do then?" Tom asked with a raised eyebrow daring him to give an unsatisfactory answer. "Pick up the pillow holding it" Harry defended. "And then what?" Lucius asked curiously. "Throw it at the creep" Harry finally muttered much to Hermione and Draco amusement as they finally burst into peals of laughter. Tom and Lucius snorted whilst Borgin gave an indignant huff of anger, only to quail under Tom and Lucius’ glares. "We are done here" Tom sneered. "Come Hartford, Hermione" "Draco!" Lucius called. All three children scurried to stand with their Fathers as they walked out.