I can hardly believe it, 99 favorites already and I'm just posting chapter four.

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Warnings : Un-betaed, unexplained time travel, pre-slash.

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter in any way shape or form.

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Chapter 4

Easter Sunday found Harry wandering around London, lost in a crowd of people who were all trying to get their families to church on time. He was supposed to be with the group of children that left the orphanage together under Mrs. Cole's not so watchful eye - Tom had muttered something about brandy under his breath when he had seen her that morning but dismissed Harry's questioning glances with silence. Now he was lost in the dirty streets of London and he had no idea where he was or how to get where he was going.

Sighing He decided to try to weave his way back to the orphanage through the alleys, it would certainly be faster than trying to get through the overly crowded streets, he had been pushed, shoved, and nearly trampled more times than he could count and he was tired of it, he just knew he would be sore tomorrow.

With a frustrated huff Harry started down the closest ally, intent on getting back to the orphanage.

Harry looked around in awe as he surveyed the place he found himself in. It had always been a talent of his to get lost and find himself in the most interesting and wonderful places. He was rather glad of this gift, even if it made his sense of direction suffer, without Tom to help him around new places he might as well be lost in the amazon rain forest.

Harry looked around the garden; it certainly wasn't something he was expecting to find at the end of a dirty alley. It was filled with twisted vines, lush red roses and several trees of wisteria that filled the air with a sweet scent that lingered in Harry's nose.

Several other varieties of flowers and plants whose species Harry had no idea filled the garden with vibrant colors and only added to the already magical atmosphere, Harry almost swore he saw a fairy peek out from behind a lily of some sort, but when he blinked only a dragonfly sat in its place.

Sunlight filtered through the garden in a way that the boy had never seen in London before, the air was clean and free of any soot that normally tried to fill his lungs when he left the walls of the orphanage.

"What are you doing in here Laddy?" The voice of a woman with a faint Scottish accent came from behind him.

Turning around Harry blinked at the woman in front of him.

She had dark mahogany brown hair that was held back in a glossy bun, a scarf tied around her forehead held back any hair from her face that might escape from its place, though Harry doubted it would. Her green eyes were the color of rose leaves and a small smile was on her peach lips.

"I got lost ma'am." Harry said politely and bit his lip gently.

"Lost, you're pretty lost to have found this place." She said as she wiped her hands on the apron that tied around her waist, over a cotton forest green dress with a slightly worried look.

"I've been told I have a knack for getting lost." He said with a small shrug.

The woman snorted and shook her head, her delicate hands going to her hips.

"Must be true if you stumbled across this place, what's your name Lad?"

"My name is Harry Ma'am." The boy said looking up at her slightly nervous.

"Well Harry, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Isobel Ross." She said with a smile as she extended a hand to Harry.

"Pleasure to meet you too Miss Ross." Harry said as he shook her hand.

Isobel held in a snort and shook her head.

"Call me Isobel. Would you like some tea Harry? I was just about to make some when you wandered in."

Harry nodded.

"Please."

The woman smiled and waved a hand to one of the benches that was nearly swallowed by the flowers and plants that surrounded it.

"Have a seat and enjoy the garden, I'll be back in a moment."

Harry did as he was told and soon found himself nearly hidden in the hydrangea that hung over one side of the bench he was sitting on. Closing his eyes he listened to the faint tinkling of wind chimes that filled the garden air and the quiet sounds of birds chirping every so often.

A few minutes later Isobel came back carrying a tray with everything needed for an afternoon tea time for two.

"Why don't you come over to the table over here?" She said as she tipped her head towards a small black cast iron table in the corner of the garden with two matching chairs that Harry could see though he suspected the nearby mound of Morning glory vines might be covering one or two. The flowered vines also crept along the brick wall that was behind the table and across the top of an old wooden work station that wasn't too far away and covered in flower pots, clear mason jars and garden tools.

Isobel set the tray down then took a seat and smiled at Harry as he took a seat across from her.

Harry accepted the tea-cup and biscuit that Isobel offered him with a quiet 'thank you' and added a spoon full of sugar while Isobel drank hers with two spoons of sugar and a bit of cream.

"So Harry, tell me about yourself." She said with a smile over the edge of her tea-cup, her green eyes scrunched up slightly at the corners in a way that would give her smile lines when she got old.

And so Harry did, he told her all about his life at the orphanage, how he helped Martha in the kitchen and all kinds of stories about his best friend Tom. At all the right parts Isobel would smile, chuckle, as a question or make a polite observation.

All to soon it seemed they ran out of tea and biscuits.

With a sigh Isobel stood and stretched, working out the kinks that had made their way into her muscles from sitting still for so long. After she was done she looked down at Harry who was carefully organizing their dishes on the tea-tray and gave a gentle smile.

Harry was a good boy, quite smart for his age, even if she though he leaned a bit too much on this friend of his. Though she supposed it would be hard not to when Tom was his only friend, all the other orphans wouldn't touch them with a ten foot pole from what she gathered from Harry. She untied the scarf from around her forehead and wiped the sweat off her brow, tucking the mint green cloth in her dress pocket.

Once Harry finished she took the try inside and set them in the sink to soak until she returned. When she came back Harry was looking at her work station that had several jars with tiny plants growing in them.

"Harry, would you mind if I walked you back home? I don't think I'd be able to sleep tonight if I didn't know you got home safely." Isobel said as she walked to stand beside he boy. 'I'd also like to make sure you don't get in trouble for getting lost, from what you've said it wouldn't be below to do such a thing.' She thought as Harry looked up at her.

"I wouldn't want to be a bother..." He trailed off at the thought of wandering through the busy streets once again.

"Nonsense, I'll I have to do today is gardening and I'm always willing to help a friend out. Let me just fix myself up and we'll be on our way." With that Isobel walked back inside and changed from her gardening garb into a navy blue button up dress with a white-collar, trim and buttons. She wiped her face and chest down with a wash cloth and quickly did her makeup then added a tad of her favorite perfume and grabbed a pair of heels and her purse then went back out to meet Harry in the garden.

Harry blinked at the change but quickly gathered himself; Tom said it was rude to stare.

"You look very nice Miss Isobel." He said after he recovered.

The young woman smiled at him, the boy was too polite, she had told him at least four times that he could just call her Isobel, but "Miss Isobel' was the closest he came to letting her have her way so far.

"Thank you Lad. Let's be on our way then." She said as she took his hand and led him out of the garden and down the alley he had come from.

Harry gave her the address and they quickly made their way back to the grim-looking orphanage. When they finally reached the door Harry's grip tightened around Isobel's warm hand, she squeezed back in a reassuring way and smiled down at him before they stepped inside.

The home was empty except for the quiet sounds of Martha who was working in the kitchen.

Harry quickly decided that the other children must still be in church and told Isobel so, the young woman agreed but said she would stay with Harry and keep him company until they came back. The green-eyed boy beamed at her and led her through the surprisingly clean orphanage to a spotless kitchen where a middle-aged woman was working on making dinner rolls, she looked up as they entered.

"Harry what in blazes are you doing back here? You're supposed to be in church!" Martha exclaimed before her eyes settled on the young woman behind him.

She was a thin slip of a girl, and in Martha's opinion, too thin. Her glossy brown hair was held up in a neat bun and she dressed well enough but Martha could see the dirt under her finger nails a mile away. The young woman had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep though they weren't terrible yet, so her troubles must have recently come into her life and her cheeks were slightly hollower that what they should have been.

The girl opened her mouth to explain.

"I'm Isobel Ross; Harry here got separated from the rest of his group and found his way into my garden." She said with a smile as she ruffled Harry's mop of black hair fondly as the boy let out a small huff, he didn't like it when people messed with his hair; it was already messy enough on its own.

Martha sighed, dear Lord help them all, it seemed Mrs. Cole was losing her ability to keep an eye on the little ruffians around her, not that she thought Harry was a ruffian but he was probably pushed out of the group by one of the other children who didn't like him.

She wasn't blind, she knew the other children hated Harry and Tom for some reason, she just didn't know why.

"I see, have a seat then and keep me company while I work." She said, motioning with flour covered hands to a pair of nearby stools they could sit on then turned back to her work.

The three chatted until they heard the sound of children's feet shuffling through the door and the voice of one rather upset Tom Riddle.

Tom couldn't believe it, he took his eyes off Harry for two minutes and he disappears. What was thinking? How could she let a five-year old wander off into the city without noticing anything? What was he thinking? He had known that she had spent a bit too much time in her secret stash that morning but he thought she at least had enough awareness about her that she would be able to count how many children she was taking to church!

"We need to go look for him!" Tom shouted at the matron, his slate gray eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare as they met her brown ones.

"He'll find his way back on his own, Harry's a smart boy." The woman snapped at him, glaring back, though hers fell rather flat against the strength of his, though she tried anyway.

Tom opened his mouth to reply but he was nearly tackled by a small boy with a mop of messy black hair. The older boy blinked in surprise as he looked down into large vibrant green eyes.

"Hey Tom, Miss Isobel helped me find my way back." Harry said with a grin.

Tom wrapped his arms around Harry in a nearly bone crushing hug.

"Don't wander off again." He murmured and felt Harry respond with a nod though they both knew that with Harry's sense of direction, or rather lack thereof, it wasn't a promise he could keep, but at the moment it was the thought that counted.

Mrs. Cole was looking rather smug when Tom released Harry from his arms, only for a young woman, whom Tom would assume was the 'Miss Isobel' that brought Harry back, to walk up to her with a scowl.

"I wish to have a word with you on the way you look after the children here, or rather the way you don't." She snapped, her rose-leaf green eyes narrowed into slits as she crossed her arms and nodded towards 's office. "In there."

Mrs. Cole who was already looking a bit worse for wear sighed and walked to her office, the young woman trailing behind her.

Just before she went inside Isobel looked over her shoulder and smiled at the two boys kindly. "I'll come find you when I'm done."

Harry smiled and nodded then drug Tom away to chat about how the day went for the both of them. Nearly twenty minutes later Isobel came back out of the office with a pleased sway to her gait as she walked to the kitchen to ask Martha where the boys were.

"Probably went up to their room, those two never stay out long with the other children if they can help it, they tend to get into trouble." Martha said and gave her directions to their room on the second floor.

Isobel frowned at the elder woman's words but thanked her and left to go find the boys, on her way through the main room on the first floor she could feel the eyes of more than a few children watching her. It made her heart ache that so many of them had nowhere else to go, but there wasn't much she could do, she was only eighteen after all and could barely take care of herself and Robert, let alone any children at the moment, though that too soon would be on her shoulders. She sincerely hoped that Robert would be happy about the news, she didn't know what she would do if he wasn't.

Sighing she pushed the thoughts away as she now stood in front of the door to Harry and Tom's room. She knocked lightly and Tom answered with a slightly commanding 'Come in'. She opened the door and stepped in , closing it quietly behind her. Though there were two beds in the small room both boys sat on the one to the right, a large book lay open across their laps, across one page she could see a picture of a human skeleton printed in fine shades of gray.

It surprised her that two boys of their ages would be reading such advanced material but she set that aside for later and seated herself across from them.

For a moment no one said anything as Tom looked the young woman up and down and she returned the action.

Tom finally decided to speak up.

"Thank you for watching out for Harry." He said, the words tasting strange in his mouth when they weren't for Harry.

"It was no problem." Isobel shook her head and smiled at him.

"You're welcome to come and visit me anytime you two, Harry I assume you know the way to my garden now?" She asked the small boy who was smiling brightly at their interaction.

Harry nodded.

"Perhaps you could draw a map? Harry has the worse sense of direction." Tom asked making Harry pout slightly.

"I'll bring it by within the week." Isobel nodded and stood, brushing the wrinkles from the skirt of her dress.

"See you." She said with a small wave which both boys returned, though one was much more eager than the other, before they watched her walk out of the room and heard her footsteps fade from the hall as she got further away.

Three days later she would return with a carefully drawn map as promised and stay for a cup of tea that they had in the kitchen, chatting with Martha as she worked.

( EDIT 11/22/13 : Finally figured out how to fix Mrs. Cole's name, please let me know if I missed any of them. Also Chapter 7 has been sent to my beta (finally found the time to finish it) so hopefully I'll be posting that soon.)

Brownie points if you know the character I was talking about.

So, sorry if there are any grammar errors, it's not beta read but I got all the ones I could find, please let me know if you find any that bother you.

Also, what do you think of the new cover? I made it myself, though I might change it if I can make a better one.

Hope you enjoyed it please review,

-Birdy