A/N: Sorry for all the short chapters. I'm trying to upload more so I don't forget but my chapters are so short! I'll probably upload another (hopefully longer) one today or tomorrow to tr and make up for it.
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Chapter 6
It didn't feel right in the shop. It was perfect. Every surface dusted and polished, the floor varnished and swept. It was well used and clean, unlike the abandoned street on which it was placed. The fireplace especially was immaculate, a pot of white Floo powder on the mantelpiece. And then it clicked into place inside Molly's brain.
All the shops in this Alley, despite looking old and unused from the outside, were all very much still in business via the Floo network. Everyone knew that even after the war dark wizards were very much still at large. Naturally, they weren't going to wander around the streets, in fear of being caught. So instead, they travel from place to place using their fireplaces. 'Cowards', Molly thought, making a mental note to tell her aunt Hermione to remove all the fireplaces on Knockturn Alley from the network.
The wizard who had ushered her into the shop had vanished behind the counter, muttering to himself. Molly looked around the shop. Old fashioned lamps lined the walls above shelves and shelves stacked full of potions and dodgy looking ingredients. Refusing the temptation to gag at the truly disgusting smell was more than difficult for Molly. She imagined the stench just about compared to a combination of rotten eggs, old fish and her dad's socks.
After a few more minutes of shuffling behind the desk, the short man, who still stayed cowering in the shadows, reappeared, clutching a small phial. The liquid inside the vial was a deep purple colour and flecks of green floated at the surface.
"For you, my dear," the man growled, forcing the potion into Molly's hand.
"N-no thanks," Molly said turning back towards the door.
"Are you sure?" the strange figure taunted, "You don't even know what it does yet."
"I really don't think I need to. I'll just-"
"It might help you. I know who you are, Molly. I've seen your face in the papers, watched you leave that wretched joke shop every day."
Molly raised her eyebrows, fear rising up inside her. Somehow, she managed to keep her cool and stutter, "Well that's…." 'creepy' she thought, "nice."
"You're not happy. That," he pointed a skeletal finger to the potion in Molly's trembling hand, "can fix it."
"No," Molly insisted, putting the phial back on the counter. "I'm perfectly happy thank you."
Just as the doorknob was turning to release Molly, the voice spoke again, "One wish," he said, "that's what it gives you."
Molly stopped just as she was about to open the door, "What?"
"One wish," the man repeated.
"What- what's the catch?" Molly asked, turning slightly to look at the small container.
"No catch. Just one wish." He picked up the potion and Molly could taste the satisfaction pouring from the man. "Use it very carefully."
She shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't. A creepy man takes her into his creepy store, claiming that he knows who she is, and gives her a creepy potion. That situation screamed 'no' to anyone with a brain. Yet still, curiosity took over and Molly took the vial. Quickly, she pocketed and left the store and hurried back to Diagon Alley, unknowingly leaving a scheming old man smirking in his store.