Nagini: Thanks! Cute, huh?

Kandra: Here's more, if ya wanna read that is! Harry sort of knows that Tom is a wizard; it's like a gut instinct. Like how wizards can tell they're not squibs but they're too young too have got their Hogwarts letters. That kind of instinct! And… Dumbledore knows. Could you expect anything else than the great Dumbledore not knowing anything? * Grins * Can't say any more, would give the plot away!

SirianBlack: Oh damn, Padfoot's gonna flame! * Cowers * Eventually reads the rest. Oh… right! Well… ask Mars, that's the genius you want! Hmm… double compliment, thanks!

Shades: How did Tom get that way, you ask? Well, I'm still working the minor details, but it was essential that Harry adopted him, otherwise he would go back to being Voldie, this is a sort of second chance if you like.

Death Eater: * unscrews the lid of the jar to hear music blaring out. It seems Death Eaters having a party * Thanks. Oh and about the state of the jar, they were all out of genie bottles at the supermarket, sorry!

Kenaz Astaroth: Thank you oh great one! Harry and Tom on the couch? Well, you're not far wrong, it's a fudgecake, actually! * Grins * Just wait till Aunt Petunia sees the mess! Ain't I evil? * Starts typing as Kenaz moves closer *

PheonixMan: Now that, I can understand. Thanks, and you might want to sit down so that you can carry on reading. * Grins *

Phoenix Tears Type 6: Ah, it's the genius of the moment! I'm writing, I'm writing, don't worry. Look. * Shows Mars her pen that has been worn out with all the writing * But that would be funny, seeing how Voldie reacts. * Sees the glint in Mars eye * Uh, forget I said that! But you can if you really want, I won't be offended at how many people Voldie kills at reading my fic! LOL! My review? Which one? Sure, you can use it if you want. It was the Lockhart one, right? "Did they say how toned my body is?"

Anon: Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. Read on to find out…

Brady2003us: back again Harry? Uh, I mean, Brady? Sorry I've been watching too much Harry Potter! Tom does go with Harry; he can't be left with the Dursleys, as he is Harry's responsibility. And as I think I said before, I'm not sure, Dumbledore already knows. Don't worry, it won't be a slash!

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"Yes, I agree…"

The Earth shook, the Heavens opened and hell froze over. Well, not quite, but it was a close second for the three Dursleys. All three now looked as if turned to stone at the news that the 'freak' would be adopting a five- year- old who would be going to that 'freak' school and turn out to be another 'freak'! Aren't these people wonderful?

Harry, needless to say, was ecstatic and Tom had now snatched a family sized fudgecake and was attempting to share it with Harry. It wasn't working. As soon as Tom pulled a piece of fudgecake off and tried to give it to Harry, it crumbled up in his hand. Fudgecake could son be seen all over the carpet, the sofa, Tom's clothes, Harry's clothes and, for some strange reason, the Barbie's briefcase! Harry started to make plans for him and Tom to move out of the country because Aunt Petunia would go nuclear when she saw the mess!

The Barbie stood up, clutching a pile of forms, papers, whatever and thrust them at Uncle Vernon. "These are all the legal forms. All you have to do is sign them and the adoption will take place immediately. Everything else will be sorted at our end." This was accompanied by a slightly sadistic smirk.

Turning to Harry, the Barbie started her engine, again! "When your Uncle has finished reading and signing the forms-" Harry choked back a laugh that came out as a hacking cough. "-I'll show you the parts that you need to sign to make the adoption of Thomas legal so that he is known to all as Thomas Potter."

Struck by a sudden thought, Harry tuned out the Barbie who was now making incomprehensible motions with her hands. Looking at Tom, stil attempting to eat the fudgecake (half of which was now splattered on the wall- how had he managed that?) Harry asked: " What's your middle name?"

"Don't have one!" Came the reply grunted through a mouth full of sticky chocolate.

"Well… Do you want one?"

"Yeah, J!"

"What?"

"J"

"J?"

"J as in Jay"

"Why Jay?"

"Why not?"

Harry paused, that was a good point, but still…

"Oh, ok… but why not James or John? Why Jay"

"Because then I can be called TJ, if my middle name's John, everyone will call me T John"

Dudley started laughing at this. A quick cushion to the face soon put a stop to that!

'TJ, but of course' thought Harry. 'Typical five year old logic, if they don't want to have a name based on initials like TJ or PJ, then they want to be called something really weird like 'Dracula' or 'Frankenstein'!'

"That's cool." Harry said out loud. Then, to the Barbie, "Can you do that?"

"Pardon?" The Barbie had been standing over Uncle Vernon, breathing down his neck as he pored over and signed multiple copies of various forms.

Harry repeated his question.

"Oh, yes. Hang on, I've got the form for that here somewhere." Rummaging through the bag and briefcase, she eventually found the forms taped to her clipboard. Five copies of a name alteration form landed in front of Uncle Vernon who looked close to tears!

Harry chuckled to himself then grabbed the T.V remote. "So, Tom, like watching 'The Simpsons'?"

"Yeah!"

Harry switched over to a channel that was showing new episodes of 'The Simpsons' and for the next half hour, Harry, Tom and even Dudley (!) laughed as they watched Bart chase the next doors cat on a lawnmower (Bart was on the lawnmower, not the cat!) and Krusty The Klown shoot Sideshow Mel out of a cannon time after time.

Uncle Vernon finally interrupted the 'family bonding session' by pushing the forms along the table with an overly exaggerated "FINISHED!" 

The Barbie placed the forms in front of Harry saying "sign here, and here… here… and here." Harry signed form after form thinking that if he liked autographing things he would be in his element!

Finally it was Tom's turn to sign the master document with a great flourish of the letters 'T.J. Potter'.

The Barbie snatched up the forms and, flicking through them separated them into piles. "Right, this contains all your legal forms, documents, etc." She handed Harry a red ringbinder folder. "And this, this is all our files on Thomas, inoculations, dietry requirements, family history- things like that. It's not very big, as we don't know much about him." If this folder wasn't very big, then Harry didn't particularly want to know what big was. The green ringbinder he'd just been handed had papers falling out of all directions.

"Well, I think that's everything, oh yes… all of Thomas' belongings are in that trunk in the hallway. Nowi must be off, but do keep in touch, we all like to know how everyone is doing. Don't worry Mrs Dursley, I can see myself out!"

Aunt Petunia seemed slightly peeved to say the least. A strange woman had just turned up, drops off another mouth to feed -a mouth that is under the adopted care of the freak!- and leaves, assuming that the Dursleys have this happen to them on a regular basis.

A slam announced that the Barbie had vacated the building. Harry approached Uncle Vernon very cautiously. "Uh… Uncle Vernon?"

A grunt was the reply he got. "

The thing is, Tom needs a bed, do we have one for him?"

Silence.

" I could…" Harry was suddenly cut off by Uncle Vernon's stern reply and a look that gave Harry the impression that all Uncle Vernon wanted to do was lock him in the cupboard under the stairs and never let him out!

"There's one of Dudley's old beds in the attic. You get that trunk upstairs and I'll get it out." This was said very reluctantly as though it was the last thing Uncle Vernon wanted to do. (Which it probably was!)

With that, Vernon Dursley swept out of the front room and up the stairs in an attempt to regain some of his lost pride. Harry stared after him, too amazed he was being (slightly) civil about everything to realise that Tom had been pulling on Harry's shirt for the past five minutes.

 Harry looked down into Tom's upturned face. "What's up, Tom?"

"Call me TJ!" TJ looked sullen, obviously thinking that Harry was going to be as bad as the Barbie.

"Sorry, TJ. What's wrong, anyway?"

"We gonna take my stuff up? It's only what's in the trunk." TJ said uncertainly. He was afraid that Harry was going to tell him off for having too much.

"Come on then, I might as well take it up while I've got muscles!" Harry grinned and started to strike several poses similar to the ones the wrestlers were doing on T.V as Dudley had changed the channel back.

TJ laughed and followed Harry out into the hallway. Harry picked up and end of the trunk and dragged it in the direction of the stairs.

BANG! Muffled cursing floated down the stairs toward Harry and TJ.

"Guess he found the bed, then!" Laughed Harry.

"You mean the bed found him, more like." Answered TJ between giggles.

"Aw well, c'mon, if we hurry, he might still be trapped under it when we get up there!"

The two ran up the stairs following the sound of cursing. TJ got to the top of the stairs first and collapsed, crying with laughter at the sight. Harry arrived soon after. Upon seeing what TJ was laughing at, Harry collapsed on top of the trunk, which is where Aunt Petunia found them ten minutes later.

"Oh my…Vernon!"