A lot of people have asked me to get a beta therefore I have a plea

Can someone tell me what a Beta does and how I get one? Or even better, tell me what a Beta does and wants to be my beta?

Disclaimer: I tried, I really did. But I lost the bit to the rights of Harry Potter on the eBay. Well, I will just have to try again next time.

Warning: Will be slash. I thought it was obvious by now but apparently I was wrong. Also dog bashing, jump from ladders, massage and…Well, you will have to read the chapter to find out.

On with the story

Tom watched as Evan worked out of the corner of his eye. The older wizard seemed to be in a good mood and was humming for himself.

He seemed relaxed as if he did not have a single worry in the world. He seemed calm and acted like the grown-up he was supposed to be. So unlike what he had acted like this morning.

This morning

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" With a yelp Tom leapt up from bed only to get himself tangled in the sheets and fall to the floor. From the floor Tom glared up at his guardian. "Good morning, Tommy-boy." Tom's only response was a loud groan. Not bothering to get up from where he was Tom pulled the sheets over his head and tried to go back to sleep.

"Do not be like that." Seeing that Tom was not getting up anytime soon Evan decided to take the matters into his own hands.

Leaning down over the other boy Harry snatched the sheet and attacked Tom's sides with his fingers. Evan soon had the thirteen-year-old laughing. "Stop! Or you are going to regret it." Tom cried as he continued laughing.

Now that Tom was awake Evan pulled away. "I will get you back for that." Evan only made a mock bow. "You may try but you will never succeed." Evan threw his head back and laughed. His grin died when Tom stood, glaring at him in a way that promised him a slow and very painful death.

This time

Harry hummed one of the few melodies he knew. He could not remember the words but he knew he had heard it playing in the radio at the Dursleys'.

While waving his wand and mumbling the spell Harry felt the ward being placed at the window. His first customer was an old lady who seemed to think the worst about her neighbours. In the little time where he had actually listened to the woman's rant he had learned that someone more paranoid than Mad-eye Moody existed. Who would have thought that?

Since wandless magic was not something normal wizards could do Harry had to use his wand while he was working. It felt odd in a right way feeling the tree against his skin. Like a long lost friend who had finally returned home.

Since the house was three storeys high Harry had soon found himself balancing on a ladder. He preferred his broom to the ladder but since those wards had to be done with care he could not just do as he wanted to do.

He glanced down and shuddered. The lady owned a dog which reminded him a little too much of Ripper, Aunt Marge's dog. How someone could love such a thing was a wonder to him.

Ignoring the dog from Hell Harry checked the warded window. He did not want to do it over, not on his first day.

Harry nearly lost his wand when something hit the ladder with full force. Looking down he glared at the dog. The only response he got was a growl. How could something so small make so much noise?

The dog attacked the ladder and Harry shouted while clinging to the ladder with one hand while holding his wand with the other hand. "Go away." The dog only growled.

When he felt his wand slip out of his hand Harry jumped. He could not let the dog take his wand. It was the only thing he had to defend himself from Voldemort.

With a yell Harry jumped from the ladder and grabbed his wand midair. He stuck his tongue out at the dog before he suddenly felt gravitation set in.

Harry landed hard at the ground and had the air knocked out of his lungs. He rolled around and landed on his stomach with grass in his face.

For how long he lay like that he had no idea about. It could be hours or only a few seconds. All he focussed at was the feeling of his wand in his hand. There was no way he was going to let go of something which had saved his life more than just a few times.

While trying to fill his lungs with air Harry felt hands on his body. Groaning he tried to knock them away. Whoever the person they were annoying. He wanted to be left alone until he could open his eyes and see if any damage had happened.

At least the dog seemed to be gone. He could not hear it any longer which was considered a blessing to him.

He would never learn why some people seemed to like those things.

"You better be okay, Evan. If you are not I am going to make sure you are not going to leave your bed again. Merlin, just open your eyes and say something."

Hearing Tom's worried voice so near his ear made the blood rush to his face. True, they lived together and slept in the same bed but it was not often he heard the other boy this worried. Could it be that Tom actually cared for him?

Groaning Harry slapped the hands away and rolled onto his back. He opened his eyes and glared at the blue sky. "I knew there was a reason to why I do not like dogs."

He did not get to say more because decided to try to hug the life out of him. Ever since he had gotten out of St. Mungo's Tom had treated him as if he could break or would be knocked off of his feet by a mild wind. To say it was annoying was an understatement.

"Really, Tom. I am okay so take it easy. It takes more than a jump from a ladder before I let go of you. Remember, family stay together."

Tom sat next to him with a too well known glare. "I thought you would take better care of yourself. Honestly, it is only half a year since you got out of St. Mungo's. I did not think you wanted to go back there again."

Harry shuddered. "Believe. I am never going in there again. I swear those healers are pure evil. There is no other way to describe them." Tom just shook his head at him. "Are you sure you are okay? Nothing broken? No pain?"

Knowing better than to mention the started arching in his lungs Harry just shook his head. "No, I am fine. I am not going to die from this. Now, let me get up so I can continue my work. I do not want her to contact Gringotts about me not doing my job."

Though it was clear Tom would rather have him where he was he let get up. Harry raising to his feet and stayed where he was until he was sure his lungs were not going to get any worse. The arching he was feeling right now he could deal with. There was no way in Hell he was going to let Tom know that something might be wrong with him.

Climbing the ladder once again Harry frowned. He had thought the healers at St. Mungo's would have seen it if something was wrong with him. Since they had not said anything it had to mean that nothing was wrong with him.

He was not going to get people to worry about him because of something he might just be imagining.

With Tom

After Evan's stunt Tom stayed near his guarding as the other wizard was working. He would not risk his guardian doing something stupid, again.

While Evan was working Tom used the opportunity to take a closer look at his guardian. He could not believe that Evan had gotten away with the jump without any injuries. Therefore he watched the other one while he worked.

When he had seen Evan jump from the ladder for no reason it had felt like his heart was stopping. Watching the other wizard fall to earth had been some of the worst thing he had seen. Only the time where professor Slughorn had brought him to St. Mungo's after Evan had been brought in had he felt worse.

With all the problems Evan got into he sometimes wondered which one of them was the oldest.

While he could see no blood Evan moved like he was in some kind of pain. He kept his movements at a minimal and there was a painful jerk in his arms from time to time. From where Tom was standing it seemed like his back had taken the worst impact. He would probably hurt for some days.

While he was good at hiding it he would never be able to hide such a thing from a Slytherin. Especially not when Tom was actually looking for injuries. He would have to talk with Evan about hiding injuries from him. How was he supposed to protect what was his if he did not if anything was wrong?

With Harry

Harry knew Tom was watching him but tried to ignore it. He knew the other boy only meant it him well but he could take care of himself. That was what he had been doing for most of his life.

While warding the last window Harry sighed, making sure Tom would not be able to hear him. He had to make the boy understand that as the older of the two of them he was fully able to take care of both of them. Though the age difference was not as big as the other boy, and all other people in the world, would think he was still the one with the responsibility.

The pain in his lungs did not go away as he first had hoped it would. And the pain in his back after his fall did not help the situation. He wanted to just lie down and sleep it away but he knew he had to get his work done first.

When he felt the last ward getting in place Harry stepped down from the ladder. He knew he would not try to jump down anytime soon… only if it was needed.

Smiling he met Tom's glare. The boy had been watching him most of the time he had been working. Something told him that Tom did not believe him when he said he was fine.

"Relax, Tom. Job is done. Let us go to Hogshead and celebrate it." Tom nodded. "Fine, you lead the way."

"Just give me a moment. I have to tell the lady I am finished before I leave."

Harry hurried away from Tom all the while feeling the boy's gaze at him. Did Tom think he got in troubles just to annoy him?

Harry knocked at the door and waiting for the lady to come and open it. From the other side of the door he could hear a dog growl and shuddered. If he could he would never step anywhere near a little dog again.

He had no problem with big dogs. Actually, the big ones kind of reminded him of his godfather, Sirius. Though it was kind of sad it was still better than those small ones. They were annoying, noisy and did nothing good. And they tended to bite, hard.

Just as he was starting to doubt the woman would ever show up the door was opened. Harry stood straight and sent the woman a bright smile masking the pain he was feeling. He chose ignored the dog which was still growling at him from behind the witch's legs.

"Good afternoon. I would just say I have finished the work and am ready to leave. The payments should be sent to the goblins in one of those days. I hope you will be satisfied with my work."

The woman was small and petite. Even Harry was taller than her. Still her grey eyes did not leave any doubt about this was a woman who normally got what she wanted. "Good, now leave my ground before I call the aurors. And tell those goblins they take a too high price for the work. It better be good or you will hear from me."

Harry only nodded when the woman continued to rant. Years of living with his Aunt Petunia had taught him to turn those rants out. As long as he nodded and agreed at the right places the woman would be none the wiser.

When he felt the woman had ranted long enough Harry bowed his head a little. "Unfortunately, I have to go. I have someone I cannot keep waiting." The woman sighed. "Youngsters these days. In my youth we knew when to listen but now you all hurry around. Well off with you. Hurry up."

He stepped away from the door and turned around. Without a second glance back Harry walked to Tom who was waiting for him just outside the ground.

Late afternoon

Harry grimaced as he watched his back in the mirror. A dark bruises covered most of his skin. It was no wonder he had felt pain every time he moved. He would with no doubt be sore in the next days.

With a shrug he put on his pyjamas. At least he was able to go to sleep now. The dinner at Hogshead had been nice though Tom had been watching his every move all night. It was kind of creepy. He would have to talk with the boy about it.

But for now he just wanted to go to bed. He knew Tom was already waiting for him. Despite his protest Tom refused to let him sleep on his own. Every time he tried to get the boy to sleep in his own bed it was pointed out that Tom would come back later anyway, since them being in the same bed was the only way to stop him from having nightmares.

With a flick with his wand Harry turned off the light in the bathroom and went to his room.

Contrary to what he had believed Tom had yet to get under the covers. Instead the boy was standing next to the bed, waiting for him.

Harry smiled at the boy unsure of what was going to happen. The look in Tom's face made him nervous. It kind of reminded him of how Voldemort would look at him but instead of hate there was another thing in the boy's eyes which he was not sure of what was.

"Ehm, hello Tom. Are you ready to sleep? After all it has been a long day and we have to get up early tomorrow."

Harry froze when he heard the door lock behind him. Tom had no wand in his hands and Harry had not been prepared for the boy to use wandless magic.

He gulped and watched the boy with narrowed eyes. What was Tom about? Harry could think of no reason for him to act like that. Tom had not moved away from the bed and Harry stood as close to the door as possible without having his back touching it.

"Get into the bed." The command was short and left to place to argue. Still Harry did not move. Had all this just been an act from Tom's side? Was he about to show his real face now? Had he just been playing with him in all this time?

Harry shook his head. Both to Tom's order but also to clear his head from thoughts. He knew tom would act nothing like that. The boy was not Voldemort. He had feelings and was nothing like the snake face he had seen in the future.

Harry flinched when Tom flicked his hand and felt a thug in his stomach. Though he tried to resist his body was dragged over to the bed against his will.

As soon as his body landed on the mattress Harry was moving towards the other side of the bed. No way, that he was staying in the bed when he had no idea about what was going on.

Harry did not get a chance to leave the bed before he found himself unable to move his body. Harry's eyes widened as he watched Tom move over to him. The boy arranged his body so Harry was lying on his stomach with his arms on his side before banishing his nightshirt.

"What do you think you are-?"

"Be quiet." Tom snapped and Harry closed his mouth. There was not much he could do as it was right now. If Tom wanted to kill him the boy would be free to do so. Maybe he had been supposed to die all the time.

To say Harry was surprised when he felt something cold and wet touch the skin on his back was an understatement. He tried to turn around to see what was going on but a hand firmly planted on the top of his shoulders made it impossible for him to do so.

"Lie still while I am working. Honestly how could you walk around with this bruise?" Harry tried to shrug but ended with a grimace instead. "'I have had worse." He yelped when Tom cuffed the back of his head.

"That was not what I meant. When you are in pain you are supposed to say so I can take care of you." Harry grinned. "I did not know you cared so much about me, Tom."

"I do not." He could hear Tom move around so the boy was sitting at his legs while he worked at his back. "It is just that you are useless as a guardian."

Harry knew the boy well enough to know that it was not the only reason to why the boy was doing this.

He resisted the urge to flinch when Tom started to work on his back. Though he doubted Tom had done this for many the boy was talented. There was no other way to describe the way he thought about this.

He felt bad for the thoughts he had had about Tom. Yes, Voldemort had been his archenemy in his own time but Tom was nothing else than a boy. There was no way he would kill anyone.

While Tom was spreading an ill-smelling balsam on his back Harry slowly started to relax. It was the combination of the lessening pain and the wonderful feeling of Tom's hands on his back.

Suddenly Tom stopped and Harry let out a quite sigh. He had enjoyed the feeling of Tom hands on his back. His muscles were relaxed and he did not feel like moving anytime soon.

Tom lay down in the bed and curled up against him. Harry waited until he was sure the boy was fast asleep before he forced his own magic out in his body.

Having control over his own body once again Harry turned off the light and wrapped an arm around Tom. The boy only mumbled something in his sleep but did not wake up.

When Tom did not wake up Harry raised his head a little. Just enough so he was face to face with Tom.

Afraid of waking the boy Harry placed a light kiss at the boy's forehead. "Thank you, Tom."

The only answer he got was a light snore from said boy. Harry shook his head and lay down to sleep.

He knew he could trust Tom would take care of him should something happen.

First of all I will let you know I have nothing against small dogs. I have one myself and I love her more than anything else.

Next chapter will be up as soon as I have written it. Right now I have no idea about what should happen so suggestions are more than welcome. Who knows they might be chosen.

Until next time