Disclaimer: I'm only going to put one of these, as they're a bloody waste of space! Anything you recognise doesn't belong to me. Chances are it'll belong to either J.K. Rowling or Warner Brothers.

Summary: A response to a challenge set by Phoenix Tears Type 6.

                 Harry finds a five-year-old boy on his doorstep. All the boy can remember is that his name is 'Tom'. Harry takes him in and looks after him, which means that when Harry goes back to Hogwarts, so does Tom. What happens when the gaps in Tom's life are filled in and Both Harry and Tom realise just whom Tom really is? Will Harry abandon Tom or will Harry keep Tom in an attempt to recreate the family they never had?

Thee-Saturn-Riter: Hmm…. You get the points I suppose, but it isn't Hermione. It was going to be, but then I had a change of heart. It is going to be somebody from Hogwarts though, not sure who yet.

Lothlorien: Thanks; I've got quite a few plans for this, including some sort of revenge on Snape! *grins*

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There came a knock on the door of number Four Privet Drive. This was shortly followed by a yell of "BOY, get the door!" from the living room where Dudley and Uncle Vernon were watching the wrestling.

Harry left the dinner he was preparing on the kitchen table and went to answer the front door. He immediately regretted this as a squealing blonde woman with a clipboard and a trunk pounced on him. Harry's first thought was 'Rita Skeeter? What's she doing here?'

"Are you Mr Potter? I'm Wendy Smith from the Lonely Tots orphanage." Wendy seemed excited about something and kept hopping from one foot to another, leaving Harry wondering how much sugar this woman had eaten in the past twenty four hours.

"Er…Yes I am. Why?" Harry replied, wondering why someone from an orphanage was there. He hoped that the Dursley's were finally sending him away, and that this lady was here to collect him.

His answer in the affirmative seemed to send Wendy into overdrive, if such a thing was possible for her. She invited herself in, pushing past Harry, chattering all the time as she walked down the hallway towards the living room where WWF was blaring out on the television set.

Harry sighed and turned around to get the trunk that 'Barbie' (as Harry had so kindly nicknamed her) had left. As he reached down to pick up the trunk he came face to face with a nervous looking boy. The boy stared suspiciously at Harry who stared just as suspiciously back.

"BOY! IN. HERE. NOW!!!" Uncle Vernon's voice bellowed through the house. Harry winced at the amount of venom and anger that Uncle Vernon had managed to get in those four words.

"You with the Barbie?" Harry asked the boy who giggled and nodded. "Well come on then, follow me." With that he turned and started to drag the trunk inside, leaving the boy to follow him in.

Upon reaching the living room, Harry had a fleeting urge to turn around and walk straight back out again. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley were all sitting there giving Harry identical looks of fury and disgust while Wendy 'Barbie' Smith sat in a chair, papers littering the table in front of her, beaming at him.

'Uh-oh' thought Harry as he moved to sit on the sofa beside the boy, as far away from the Dursleys as he could manage.