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I give a huge thanks out to my reveiwers:

BRM, silvermoon2082, azaneti, wAstxd1pRocrasTinator, Barranca

and my three anon. reveiwers, Crissy, crystallight365 and Abby (though Crissy seems to have dissappeared!).

Reply: crystallight365: No, though I do like the show. As for were I did get it from, please read on.

Here is the next chapter, and I warn all; it will get a bit choppy because a made up the storyline a while ago and now I've forgotton how the next bit goes...


That night, dinner was rather tense. At first, no one spoke except for "Pass the pepper, please." Tom would've liked to take head of the table, but knew it to be too bold a move. In the end, it was Hermione who started the conversation and Tom took this time to observe. The Weasley seemed to be the loudest, in fact he was a lot like his grand-father (or maybe it was his great grand-father). Hermione seemed to try and include everyone, though also seemed relunctant to include himself. She also seemed to act as referee between Weasley and Malfoy. Malfoy himself also seemed a lot like his grand- (or great grand-) father, at first glance. Tom suspected he had been raised like that, but something (probably recently) must've changed that. Probably what had happened when he tried to kill Dumbledore. Remus was an interesting character. Out of place amoung these teenagers, but still 'in-touch'. He must have a connection with them somehow, Tom suspected it to be through Harry. Yet Harry himself, wasn't actually talking. Tom was shocked by this revelation since only once he started really concentrating on Harry did he realise. Tome started to analyise Harry, find out more and he realised what Harry was doing. Harry was doing exactly what Tom was, he was carefully observing his friends and... Tom hurriedly looked away when Harry caught him stareing. Then he heard a low hiss,

"Don't pretend you weren't studing me. I know you were."

Tom's shock almost visibly registered, almost. He hissed back in the same low hiss that would fall deaf upon human ears.

"You can speak in tounges? In Parsletounge?"

"Nah, I'm just randomly hissing."

Tom mentally scowled and remembered to keep one ear and one eye on the others.

"Well I hope you won't deny analysing me, if I'm not allowed to deny analysing you."

"I never did deny it."

"You never comfirmed it either."

"You're quick."

"Admittedly, so are you."

A small smile caressed Harrys lips and he added something to the conversation taking place at the table. Taking the cue, Tom did his best to participate in the conversation positivly. Though with the current company it was hard.


The next day, Tom awoke to an intruding ray of sun across his face. Groaning, he sat up and tried to remember how sunlight could leak into the dungeons. It hit Tom in a series of flashes. He wasn't in the dungeons, he was in the Order of the Pheonix's Headquaters - He had travelled in time - He had met the interesting and powerful Harry Potter - He had met the other occupants - He was trying to win Harry over, for even a mere taste of that power. Tom took into account were the sun was (not trusting his watch) and concluded that it was rather early. He creapt out of his room and to the library, practically the only room he knew the location of. After retrieving a book he returned to his room and read for about 3 hours. Then, he heard voices.

"I just dunno, Harry. I mean, what if he tried to escape? It's bad enough with one Voldemort running around, but two?"

"Oh don't be silly Ron, we'll just take him to the shop and come straight back."

"Yeah but-"

"You two do realise he can most probably hear you right now, right?"

There was a silence broken by Ron swearing and Hermione starting to tell him off. Tom heard Harry's voice interupt.

"Hermione, leave it."

And there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened and Harry, followed and flanked by Ron and Hermione, walked in.

"Hey, listen, we thought we'd take you to the shop that had the Mirror Soul. The shop keeper might now a way to reverse this."

Tom nodded.

"Okay. Lead the way, though I would like a bit of breakfast, first."

After breakfast it was decided that Hermione would floo first, followed by Harry, followed by Tom, followed by Draco (who had been allowed to come after expressing interest and Ron saying he didn't want to go). The whole process would be monitered by Lupin.


Tom rolled out onto the cobbled floor, unused to flooing. He gracefully picked himself up, brushed off and stepped out of Dracos way as he stepped out of the fireplace. Tom quickly spotted who must be the shopkeeper. A quick complement,

"I lovely shop you keep."

And a question with no reason not to answer.

"May I ask of your name?"

"Richard Jones. You're all to see the Mirror Soul?"

Harry nodded and Richard led the four of them to a back room. The first thing to catch his eye was a large, intricate mirror with the words Mirror Soul engraved on the top.

"So, who would like to step up first?"

There was a silence before Draco stepped towards the mirror.

"Now remember; if the edges are 'frosty', then the reflection is in the past and you are not to meet. However, if the 'frostiness' fades away, then you will meet your reflection. If the edges are 'steamy', then the reflection is in the future and you may or may not meet them. But, if the reflection is clear, they are alive and you may or may not meet them."

Draco stared into the mirror and the others waited. Suddenly, Draco's eyes widened considerably. Tom picked an image out of his mind. The image was of a young boy holding a sign. The sign read; Just 'cause he's evil, doesn't mean he's not good. Stay friends with Harry Potter no matter what the cost! Tom was shocked himself. The image shouldn't be able to convay a message, he was sure of it.

"It's, it's a young boy, about ten. He's wearing a white suit with a light blue shirt and cloak, silver lined. He has pale skin, blonde hair and grey eyes. The edges are frosted, kinda."

"Kinda?" asked Hermione.

"The frost is in patches, and staying that way."

There were nods of understanding. Tom noted that he didn't mention the sign. Draco stepped back and he, Hermione and Harry looked expectantly at him. Tom mentally sighed and stepped in front of the mirror. At first he thought it hadn't worked, for he seemed to be staring back at himself with a calculating look. Then he remembered that his face was nuetral and went about finding differences. The black hair was messier than his own, the skin darker (but not much) and the eyes that stared back were a startling emerald. His own eyes were duller than those in the mirror. All in all the reflection was quite familar. Tom was about to set that aside as the reflection looking so much like himself, when he realised who it was. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flickered over to Harry and quickly back to the mirror. Tom noted the steamy edges fading away. He spoke merely three words.

"It's you, Harry."

Tom heard Harry sigh. They turned to Richard and it was Hermione who spoke, though Tom got the impression of Harry being in control. Richard looked thoughtful.

"Dick, if the mirror transports someone, is there anyway to send them back?"

Richard was silent for a moment, thoughtful.

"Since the mirror creates a copy, no. You see, there is always a reason behind Mirror Soul travels. In fact, they say when the Mirror Soul brings two reflections together, something great will happen."

Richard left those words echoing in everyones mind as the thouchtful look returned to his face. Harry nodded.

"Thank you, Dick."

"Your welcome, Harry."

The irony of their names hit Tom then. He knew of the saying 'Not just any Tom, Dick or Harry'. That saying was one of the most prime examples of why he hated his name. Now, what was surly to be an important chapter in history had been set off by a Tom, a Dick and a Harry. Harry tunered to leave and Hermione, Draco and Tom followed. They flooed back to the Headquaters to face Ron and Remus.


Ah-ha! Another chappie, already up! I apoligise for the wait.

Thanks again for all my reveiwers, your reveiws are what this story feeds on! Please, keep 'em coming.

This is mainly a filler, sorry for lack of anything much BUT it does have two (or three) important things in it.

Cya'll later!