A/N:leave comments please, critics make the work improve. Harry potter seething and characters aren't my property, they belong to JK Rowling.

Frederick was in serious problems…by god he messed up. Running as fast as his lanky legs allowed it he passed a big wall once, then twice and finally, praying to god that please there was some big place where he could hide he saw a door that wasn't there before. He pondered for a moment why there was a door that he had never seen before…just then he heard a couple of steps and turning nearly got a heart attack…it was just his friend Erik who looking at him said.

"Filch is searching for you"

"I know…", jus then they heard it ("They are close dear"), "quick…here", shoving his friend inside of the old room, Frederick found himself with a sea of objects, strangely some of the were blandly burned and others were by appearance alone, centuries old. A quick scan of all the objects and he found a big closet. Pulling Erick he gave a quick look behind him and quickly he entered. Thanks to the fact that he and Erick were both skinny the closet made a good place to hide. As they sat there in the dark it was Erick who used his wand to make a small Lumus spell, letting the wand in the ground of the closet he turned to look at his friend. Frederick looked terrified with his ear close to the wall of the closet to listen to any sound. His blond hair stuck to his forehead as sweat dripped from his forehead and his blue eyes moved nervously. Sighing at being brought up into this mess Erick looked at the ground and saw a box, it was green and the redecorations were vaguely…"Scottish?". Carefully he picked up the box and with the wand in the ground he began to look at the inside.

The first photo was a cover photo showing a beautiful sun set…or was sun rise? It was hard to tell but the pleasantness of the image was undeniable. It was the second postcard that cached him by surprise. There was a young woman dressed only in a wizard had who standing in the middle of a lake with a hand hovering on the surface, greeted him with the sight of her beautiful body. It was in black and with and he immediately turned the postcard to see the name of the author or the model…it only showed the name of the Author, signing he still watched the image. Turning to the next photograph he saw the same model lying on the ground in a hill, the sun let see only her figure and he admitted that the composition was both enticing and artistic on its merits…

"What are you looking at?"

"Beg your pardon?"

"What are those?"

Snatching the contents of the box from him, Frederick began turning first to see the box…then to the photos. For a brief moment he raised his eyes in bafflement at his friend, an eyebrow rose…then he shaking his head he began to turn postcard one by one. Erick watched his expression go from the weird out to the total enjoyment of them.

"I never thought you had this side…"

"Wait a minute mate…those aren't mine, they where here in the closet"

"Are you sure? These ones aren't magical, look the girl is not moving"

"I complete sure that they aren't mine…if they were you would have never seen them…much less I would have bring them here"

"Still…Bellman, do you know anyone with that name?"

"Never heard of a Bellman…and I don't think those are from this place or time", finished his eyes focused in something.

"Why you said that?"

"The date is wrote under the box, it says 1955, whoever was the girl in those pictures is obviously now an older woman"

"Do you think she is still?"

"And you had the gall to imply…"

"I was saying that if you believe she is still alive", finished Frederick feeling offended by the implication.

"Probably, she looks really young"

Frederick keep passing the postcards one by one and at the end he gave them back to Erick. Erick for his part silently looked at them. Who was this girl…or better yet, where she was now. Rising his eyes he saw his friend less concerned but still with his ear close to the wooden wall. His eyes drifted to his second hand robe that while it was well takes care of, it was obvious that it needed one new. His tie, his shoes that had the clear sighs of haven been recently had a soles change, told him that he promised to do something to help his friend ear some money. Grabbing inside of his pockets he found a lone galleon, thinking that it was a shame that he could not do a half time work like in the mouggle world, it was good knowing that at least Frederick shared the familiarity of the outside world. Suddenly he got an idea. Quickly he began searching in his pockets and robes. Finally he found his fountain pen. He knew that the books said that he needed quills for school but his mother found the whole venture ridiculous and bought him a good old trusty parker for his first year…and as a birthday gift, killing two birds with a single shoot. Using left over paper he began making counts in a piece of paper…

"What are you doing?"

"My friend…I am going to ask you a question…answered sincerely"

"What idea you have known?"

"Just because we are friends I forget that…tell me, have you ever seen a wizard magazine?"

"Yes, you have the prophet, the quibbler, witch weekly"

"Yes…but, have you ever seen a single wizard magazine like…let's say, playboy?"

"Are you kidding?, look at this guys, I have never seen any of what I seen in the mouggle world in those magazines…I don't even know if the know anything riskier than shirtless photos in guys".

"Exactly…they do not have any equivalent…not a single magazine aimed to the young wizard or witch, but…look at this one's", Erick then held the photos of the witch.

"I could bet one galleon that if we offered a alternative, they will soon showered us with money"

"Erick, friend…are you implying that…"

"Yes. Think about it, these guys are so conservative that my 87 year old grandpa would tell them to lose up a little…heck my father grew up in the early 60s, look, this are 50 photos…we use some magic and create some copies in centerfold size…it is enough to make the first 50 numbers, we sell them at 5 nuts, we can also offer a collection like this…a simple duplicate spell should suffice"

"Are you offering me partnership?"

"Are we friends?"

"Yes", Frederick finished with a hand shake.

After what felt like a eternity in the closet they timidly walked out. Looking at everything that was in the room they stretched, yes they were skinny but hour inside took its toll on them. Finally Erick said looking at the thing in the room with inquisitive eye.

"Do you think that here could be a printer…even an old time one?"

"This room is a warehouse…you can't just ask for a print and…"as they said that the room rearranged itself. Back to back the watched as the piles of objects disappeared and in place there were some desks, a pile of paper in various sizes, crystal bottles with ink of various colors, and old time press and some machines that looked that were powered by magic, as they began to make sounds. Walking slowly at first, Frederick graved a piece of paper and turning to his friend who was speechless. The effect looked fairly comical, his straight black hair combed back made his sharp face with his baffled face frankly hilarious.

"Looks like we are set…we have the ink, the paper…the machines I think…all free"

"It looks like it", finally Erick said barely hiding his surprise, so the cost of the material was off, meaning that everything that the earned from now on will be profit.

Looking at his friend pick up every single one of the bottle one by one and see the color of the ink was funny itself but it also mean that they were in the point of no return. Looking again to the first photo of the collection he thought for himself: "you were kept a secret for 45 years, now every single one wizard will know you for sure". Deep inside, he wondered if he will ever know who the model behind the photo…was.