Hey everyone, this chapter is a little late due to the fact that I got the flu from my room mate.

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Warnings: Unexplained time travel, pre-slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I wish I did but I don't.

My Wonderful Beta : Storm Scripter

Chapter 8

The days that followed the discovery of Mr. Wool's trunk were spent exploring its contents with great caution so that none of its precious treasures would be overlooked.
Every day when they finished their chores the boys would creep up to the attic; careful not to be seen by anyone - child or adult- for fear that their secret place would be taken from them.

Harry would pull the sheet off the trunk and Tom would unlock it with his magic before they would move the items that they had already discovered to the side in a careful pile and begin their exploration for the day.

They had done this for three days and had discovered that the inside of the trunk held much more than it should have, which, according to a worn copy of 'An Introduction to Magick' that Tom had found and read the first day of their exploration, was due to an undetectable expansion charm, something that was fairly common in the wizarding world.

Currently Tom sat on a sheet covered crate that they had pushed to the area of the attic they had cleaned; a mission that they had temporarily put on hold until they finally finished sifting through the contents of Mr. Wool's trunk; reading a faded green book with 'Herbology for beginners' printed along its spine.

Harry was stretched out on a moth eaten blanket he had stretched out before hand, playing with some bits and bobbles that he had found in a small tin that had sat inside the trunk. A small smile made it's way to the younger boys lips as he turned over a strange trinket in his hand, it seemed to be a crudely carved wooden ferret or weasel, it's tiny face scrunched up into what could be considered a glare.

Looking back to the tin, he set the carving aside and picked out another item; a smooth polished stone about the size and shape of a robin's egg, speckles also adding to the likeness, but the color of fresh blood.

Harry looked at it for a moment before he set it next to the ferret and picket up something else, this one a gunmetal gray pocket watch with Mr. Wool's initials etched into the back.

"Tom... you think that we'll be friends no matter what, right?" The younger boy asked suddenly, his eyes still on the watch he had cradled in his hands, his thumb absently rubbing over the warming metal case.
Tom blinked and looked up from his reading, the question catching him by surprise.

"Of course we will, why would you ever think otherwise?" He asked, his brows furrowing as a small frown made its way to his lips.

Perhaps Amy Benson had been making a pest of herself again, if Harry was being bullied by the girl in a stupid ploy to separate them he would have to have a...chat with her.
Of course he used the term 'chat' quite loosely, he had no intentions of being friendly with her, no this chat would be filled with threats of bodily harm and or the disappearance of her things.

"But what if you find a magical friend who you like better than me?" Harry asked his voice so quiet that Tom was sure he would have missed it if he hadn't been paying close attention.

Sighing, Tom set aside his book as he stood up and walked over to sit down next to his friend, resting his hand on the other boys head, ruffling the already messy inky black locks that became even messier when they were disturbed.

"Harry, I'm quite sure that I'll never have a friend that I like more than you. You are my first and at the moment, only friend, no one will ever be able to take that place away from you." Tom promised feeling out of his element, he wasn't one for comforting people, no he was the one who made others need comforting most of the time.

Harry turned his head so that he was looking at the older boy.

"You're sure?" He asked, his wide green eyes meeting Tom's slate gray eyes.
Silence hung in the air for a moment before Tom gave a confident smirk and stood up.

"Of course I am, after all, who would put up with you if I didn't." He said as he walked back over to his crate and picked up the book he'd been reading.
Harry looked back down at the pocket watch and smiles softly, now secure in the knowledge that he would always have Tom as a friend.

Thirty minutes later, Harry had finally finished going through the tin. He had found it terribly surprising how many trinkets and knickknacks had fit into the small container, considering how large some of them were.

A tiny model of the mushroom that glowed in the dim light of the attic that wiggled in his palm and tried to dance away when he went to touch it, several small black cauldrons that looked as though they had been made for dolls, an equally small broom, a little less than a fist of tiny books, and what he was pretty sure was a small egg object that reminded him of the snake eggs he saw in the books that he read with Tom, its shell was a light creamy blue and it fit in his small fist without any trouble. He couldn't help but wonder what it was that had laid the egg - if that was in fact what it was - and how Mr. Wool had gotten it.

Meanwhile, Tom had set aside his book once again and was carefully taking out the last few things that the trunk contained.

The boy reached deep inside the dark trunk as he searched for anything else that might be inside the trunk before he smirked in triumph, his fingers brushing against a thick leather cover. The boy ran his hand to the edge of the book, finding its spine easily though it was much thicker than he had first thought and tried to pick it up; to his surprise he found it much too heavy to do so.

With a small frown he reached in with his other arm and grasped the book tightly with both hands, straining to pull the book from its hiding place.
It was about the size of the dictionary he had borrowed from the library but much thicker, with scuffs and nicks marring the dark leather of its cover, the pages were uneven, dogeared and made of a heavy paper that reminded him of parchment.

It was almost crude the way this book was put together, as if someone had just taken a pile of pages and stitched them into the simple leather binding. Curiously he opened the book to the first page.

A flowing black script, better than any hand writing Tom had seen in his young life was written across the page, reading 'This journal belongs to: P.J. Wool - wizard & future divination professor at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft & Wizardry'. Reading those words made Tom's stomach do back-flips, there was a school - a school! -for people like him, people with magic.

Tom re-read the line of script and blinked.
Who in their right mind names a school Hogwarts?

Shaking his head, Tom turned to a random page, blinking in surprise when he read what was there.

'Dear Child,
If you need any help finding your way in the wizarding world ask my wife, Kathrine. She'll be able to help you with any problems you can't solve with the contents of my trunk, or at least point you in the direction of someone who can.
Take care of my trunk and watch out for each other dark times are coming for the wizarding world, and the muggle one for that matter. Feel free to use my journal for guidance when you have need of it, I wrote much of the last pages with you boys in mind.
Sincerely,
- P.J. Wool'

So that's it for this chapter of Only You, hope you enjoyed it, please review,

-Birdy