Harry honestly didn't know what to expect as he entered the seemingly old observatory. He had at least thought there would be some large telescopes, dusty walls and peeling paint or anything of the like. What he had not been expecting, however, was the loud blast of music almost causing him to go deaf.

It had, luckily, only taken him a few minutes to get used to the sound. Looking around for a speaker or radio, Harry could only look up in complete awe at completely different but beautiful machines, each designed to perform some type of musical melody. Strangely enough, each different contraction seemed to work well with the others.

Harry swung his head everywhere, feeling like it was his first time walking through Diagon Alley. He gulped, unable to feel anything but awe and respect for the large building.

"Amazing," Harry breathed, just loud enough for Jojo to hear.

The black and gray furred boy didn't say anything, though he did turn his head slightly. Jojo hunched his shoulders slightly but moved forward confidently through his sanctuary toward a large bench that held piles of papers, both old and new for designs.

Jojo took a seat on one of the rickety chairs, frowning a bit at its wobbly state. He had never really sat on the chairs, preferring to fly through the air with his inventions, and even when he had felt the urge to sit down and rest, he had always used an old couch he had taken from the dump. Seeing Harry sit down carefully, he could tell his chair would be the same.

There was an odd silence in which Jojo waited out patiently.

"So," Harry started slowly, obviously trying to find a good way to bring up some type of conversation. "Earlier you, er, showed me that your machine brought me here."

Jojo nodded boredly, arms already folded as he leaned back carefully.

Harry fiddled with a piece of fur on his arm before sighing. "Dare I ask what the machine was for?"

Jojo shrugged, causing Harry to scowl.

"Ok, you're obviously not going to speak, but I need to know what's going on and you're going to have to communicate with me someway."

Glowering at the demand, Jojo narrowed his eyes at the new Who before looking around his bench for a blank piece of paper. It wasn't all that hard, especially since he usually had piles, just in case inspiration hit. Grabbing a pen, Jojo quickly jotted down something before shoving it into Harry's hand a bit roughly.

He really didn't like being forced to communicate with others, even if it was in the written language.

Harry took the letter and read it over, scowling at the note.

There, is that better?

"Yea, I suppose that's better," Harry grumbled. "Now, why did you drag me through that machine, and why were you spying on me?"

Jojo retook the paper, making sure to take his time. He wasn't in any hurry to make his hand suffer just because someone else wanted to communicate with him.

It wasn't supposed to spy on you. My world, you see, is actually a speck residing on a clover in a larger world. We made contact with that world or, more specifically, Horton the elephant. I wanted to see what his world was like.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"

Jojo shrugged, not really caring about Harry's opinion.

Fighting the urge to twitch, Harry asked, "Do you know how long its going to take to rebuild the machine?

Hard to say.

"Don't you have any idea?" Harry demanded loudly, causing a rather echo throughout the observatory.

Jojo glared and took back the paper.

It took me close to a year just to build the machine, let alone get it to work. Not to mention I got the wrong coordinates. I still need to figure out how you even got here. All I saw was the outline of your fist slamming through the glass of my machine.

Harry read the note carefully. "Do you think," he started thoughtfully, "that I broke through some type of warp thing?"

Jojo stared.

"Don't give that look," Harry snapped. "I know it sounds stupid, but I saw a weird glowing thing, which might have been your glass light from the machine. I, uh, sorta punched it," Harry added with a sheepish grin. "Which was pretty stupid—"

At least he admits it, Jojo thought dully.

"—but maybe that explains how I got here."

Jojo retook the paper, twiddling with the pen for a moment.

We still have no explanation on how you are here. Chemical reactions are not easily explained, especially with my inventions.

Harry took the paper and read it before grinning mischievously. "No, but magic has never had a straight answer before.

Harry waited for Jojo's reaction, wondering what his response would be. He knew it was a heavy risk telling the furry boy, but he wasn't even human, so perhaps he was a type of magical creature?

Jojo just stared at Harry for the longest time before letting out a small snort. Right, as if he would believe in magic. What did this guy take him for?

Harry frowned at Jojo's response. "It's true," he told him irritably. "See, where I'm from, I'm a wizard."

Jojo returned his neutral look, growing bored with Harry's story. They had more important things to work out than his imagination. Not that Jojo disliked an imaginative mind, especially since his was huge, but now was not the time.

"It's true," Harry said angrily, starting to get irritated. He searched his body for a moment before growling in frustration. "If only I had my wand, I would show you."

Jojo handed Harry the piece of paper, hoping to break off the boys tirade.

Let's just say this magic exists, do you even know how to use to get you back home?

Harry deflated. "No."

I expected as much.

Harry glared, which Jojo ignored easily.

Building another machine will most likely take months…

Jojo paused, wondering how to write the next part.

But there's this scientist in the city, she could probably help, even if she is a bit of a nut.

Harry read the small note, knowing there was still a but. He looked at Jojo knowingly who returned the look with an appreciative nod.

We can't let anybody know about you. The chairmen of the city are already weary of my inventions, as are the citizens.

"They know you built all this?" Harry asked.

Jojo nodded, quickly explaining the events of how the speck was discovered by Horton and what he had to do to help save everybody. He could tell Harry didn't believe him, but that was ok since he didn't believe Harry was a wizard.

"So you can talk," Harry said with sigh.

Jojo shrugged, writing down, Not really. Don't push me.

Harry looked over the words, nodding.

Jojo eyed Harry, pleased Harry seemed to understand. He would indulge Harry on some longer answers, knowing it would help the both of them and because Harry deserved that much for not pushing him, unlike others.

If you're caught, there is a high probability that you'll be experimented on, banished, along with me, or just destroyed.

Harry gulped.

Since it was technically my fault, I promise to send you back… It's just going to take some time. Maybe…

"Maybe?" Harry urged.

Maybe after a while it'll be safe for you to come down into Whoville for a brief time. Everybody was sure to have heard the explosion from earlier, and a new Who might just cause some problems.

"A Who?" Harry asked, unsurely. "You're called Who's?"

Jojo nodded.

Fighting back his bemusement, Harry asked, And you call your world Whoville?"

The town.

Harry couldn't help it, he snorted. Jojo glared.

And just what were you called before you changed into a Who?

"I was called a human," Harry said with a smug grin. "And when we use the word who, we think of it as "Who is that person?" or "Who was that?"

Jojo just stared at Harry blankly.

"Right, uh, so are we, or you, going to meet this doctor."

Jojo couldn't help but cringe as he imagined talking with the nutty professor. Ever since she had helped his dad work out why Whoville was experiencing odd changes, she was trying to predict new ways that could destroy the speck.

"I suppose you won't be running after her," Harry said dryly, seeing Jojo's expression. "Then I suppose we better start working on this machine thing."

Jojo lifted a brow.

"Yes, we," Harry said indignantly. "Besides, what else am I suppose to do, wander this observatory for months.

Absolutely not.

"It's not like I'm going to go around touching or breaking anything," Harry said in defense.

Jojo merely glared.

"Ok, so looking around," Harry breathed, leaning back fully, unaware of how stupid that was.

With a startled yelp, Harry fell backwards as the leg on his chair split in two, sending him sprawling. Looking up, Harry shot Jojo a sour look. Running a hand across his face, Harry sighed before gasping, eyes going wide.

"Were did my glasses go?" Harry shouted, searching the floor quickly.

Unable to hide his amusement at the slow boy, Jojo wrote down a quick note with an extra flourish and stuck in Harry's face.

Frowning at the note, Harry couldn't help but feel a bit stupid.

Your glasses disappeared with the rest of your clothes. You obviously don't need them to see anymore; otherwise you would have noticed them gone in an instant.

"Stupid," Harry muttered, glowering at Jojo's amused look. "Quite looking so smug," he snapped. "Where the heck am I supposed to stay if you don't want me wandering this place?"

That definitely wiped the smirk off Jojo's face.

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Exactly four hours later, Jojo trudged down the path that led down to Whoville, making sure he reset the traps. Aside from not wanting Harry to be found out about, he didn't want others to spread word they knew how to get into his sanctuary.

Closing his eyes in bliss as a steady wind blew hair across his face; Jojo wondered what he should do. He definitely had to get food by tomorrow. He always kept spare water and food next to the couch Harry would start sleeping on, but that would run out soon. Luckily it was on the ground floor since he didn't exactly want to show Harry around.

It wasn't exactly fair of him, but there wasn't much choice. Not only did he have to worry about school and his family, but taking care of Harry as well. It shouldn't be all that hard, sneaking food and random gadgets up to the lab, he had done all his life, but for some reason he felt a small itch in his stomach for having such a huge secret and not telling anyone about it.

Jojo squashed that feeling down right away far too easily. He was used to doing that. After all, the observatory had been his biggest secret, and he had always been able to deal with the twinge of guilt in the beginning before no longer caring. Perhaps it was the fact that he was watching over a living thing.

Jojo grimaced, not liking this one bit. He absolutely hated being in the company of others, and the fact that he had to share some of his life with Harry just to appease the boy was downright annoying and frustrating.

Harry had shared a bit of his life, talking about being a wizard and all that. Jojo let the boy be, wondering if perhaps he had been dropped a few times as a baby. What interested Jojo was his relationship with his relatives. Harry had been uneasy talking about them and hadn't given Jojo much information, though from what Jojo could summarize, he may have been in an abusive household, possibly still being in one.

Abuse and any other type of unhappiness were incredibly rare in Whoville. Some weren't even aware of it, but Jojo was well informed on that particular subject, having read some disturbing stories in the library and overhearing his parents talk about a particular high school girl who was sent away because of an abusive father back when he was eight.

But that wasn't any of Jojo's business, and he would not push. He was lucky Harry didn't push him into talking, but time had a way of chipping away at one's patience. He only hoped Harry understood the rules he had written down before leaving and understood the important things he had also written down.

He better not break anything, Jojo thought, kicking a rock and moving his fingers with the beat, wishing he had some paper to write it down for future use. No matter how many times he kicked a rock, he always seemed to get a different beat.

"Yo, Jojo!" a loud voice yelled, breaking Jojo out of his musings. "What's the word, my Who?" Ned, the mayor of Whoville and Jojo's dad asked, trying, as always, to sound cool and hip.

Jojo's response was an uninterested glance before heading toward the large house that was sure to hold his ninety-six younger and loud sisters.

"Jojo!" Ned called, running to catch up to Jojo, which was actually quite unnecessary since Jojo was taking his time. "Son, there's something I actually need to talk to you about? Care to shed a few words on what that little explosion was? Everyone kinda heard it." Ned offered a goofy grin, hoping to encourage his son to speak.

Jojo rolled his eyes at the ridiculous grin before shaking his head.

"Well, uh, see you later then, J-dawg!" Ned shouted, waving Jojo into the house as he went in search of his wife, Sally.

Jojo watched his father walk off, feeling only slightly curious as to why his father hadn't questioned him further. Not really caring, Jojo made his way up the stairs, side stepping his overeager sisters that made it their life's goal to make him annoyed. After entering his second sanctuary, his room, Jojo locked the door with an audible click, smirking at the wonderful noise, before falling face first into his bed.

He had a lot of planning to do.

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Harry wandered the first floor of the observatory, wondering just how Jojo managed to get up to the many levels of the large building. He could see the random stair case in the middle of the building or near the top, but they seemed to make no sense since there wasn't anything else that could lead him up to at least the second story.

He had spied a few large baskets with rope, thinking they were some type of elevator. The only problem was that he couldn't find anyway of making the basket go up. He had also spied a lever, but then again the whole place was filled with levers. As much as Harry wanted to explore the whole place, he really didn't feel like breaking anything.

For someone who didn't talk, Jojo could really make Harry back down like Snape.

"There must be something to do around here," Harry whined, wishing night would come.

Jojo had left him a brief note that he would be back at night, once his family had fallen asleep. Harry knew that made perfect sense, especially since he had always snuck out when his relative's fell sleep, but still couldn't help but be bored.

Wandering back over to the bench the two had previously sat at; Harry looked over the various papers, eyes lit up with curiosity. Drawings of machines mostly made up the papers, but Harry saw quite a few with musical notes on them.

Harry lifted a brow, wondering if Jojo had created his own music. It was actually stupid of him not to think about that earlier. He had at first assumed the machine's made music by coincidence, not that it was their main purpose.

Another stupid decision of his.

Harry filtered through the various songs, noting most didn't even have a title. Harry plucked at a random piece of fur out boredom. Strangely enough, Harry had quickly gotten over his shock at changing. It had been interesting trying to explain toes to Jojo. Apparently the thought of having 'hands' on your feet wierded the little Who out.

Setting them aside, Harry let himself sink into the only remaining chair and let his face hit the table.

He had a lot of thinking to do.

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Ok, I know the past two chapters have been boring, but I kind of wanted a type of beginning to start Harry and Jojo out, to allow them to grow comfortable. I promise more interesting things will happen in the future.