This is the 5th story on my idea board wherein our dear Harry lands himself in the past. Im starting to see a pattern here. Chapters will be short. Trying to get things to you people quickly. Im crap at updating.

*first sentence of this chapter corresponds with the first sentence of chapter 2. I may or may not continue with this trend.

It began in mid summer when a young boy was abandoned by his (rather violent looking) uncle into the reluctant hands of Wool's Orphanage slightly tipsy Matron. A young boy who had the unfortunate timing to come at a time where there was simply no spare room. Or at least, not any that would be favorable for a young child barely three years of age.

The nursemaid, because all the infants were asleep, and all other workers were busy, lead the child to his new room. At least temporarily until the oldest got kicked out in just a few months. Or until someone runs away. Whichever comes first.

"You need to know child, to keep your head down, and your mouth shut. You'll be rooming with Riddle, and we don't have time to deal with any trouble he might cause if you bother him." she sniffed.

Young Harry merely nodded. He had learned a long time ago that it was really better not to speak at all most times.

"Here we are." The woman said with reluctance. She knocked for half a second, and then opened the door without waiting for a response. "Mr. Riddle." She said.

There, on a small and old looking bed sat a boy who looked to be 13 or 14 years old. He appeared to have been reading, but he stashed the book to the side before either the woman or Harry could even glance at it. And Harry wondered if it was one of those books Dudley and his friends liked to read with weird smiles on their faces but always hid away when anyone came near.

"Yes?" He answered. And Harry nearly flinched at how cold his voice was. Worse than even Aunt Petunia's had ever gotten.

The nursemaid did flinch. "You're the only one with room and a spare bed." She said stiffly. "He has to stay somewhere."

The boy turned his attention to Harry, who had the uncertain feeling of being evaluated. He scowled. "Leave him here and go."

The nursemaid was quick to do just that.

Harry and the boy stared at each other for an uncertain amount of time. Harry had only just started to fidget when the boy huffed. "You will keep to that side of the room, and keep away from me at all times."

Harty only glanced behind himself to the bed in question on the opposite side of the room from the boy before looking forward to the boy once more. His hands were fisted in the too large shirt from Dudley's younger years.

The boy scowled once more at his silence. "What do you want?" He asked, but the child only shook his head. "Do you understand me?" He asked irritably. Once again, the child only nodded. He nearly growled. "Then- Oh. Oh." He paused. He had only read of instances like this. Or of course the silencing charm. "You can't talk." He said plainly. The child was more hesitant this time, but he nodded still. "I suppose you'll bother me less like this." A sudden gleam sparked in Tom's eyes, and he looked to the child in a new light. "And you can't spill secrets if you can't speak."

"Well." He said, more relaxed. "I trust you'll won't be a bother,, and will keep quiet. I have nothing else to say to you."

Tom watched as the child nodded and walked, with quiet thuds of his feet, to the other side of the room and pulled himself atop of it with some effort. When Harry only sat silently on the bed, (admiring the fact that they gave him a real bed!) he looked back to his book, satisfied.

Harry meanwhile, had finally gotten a good look at the book. He only understood one word, he had heard it yelled at him enough times for it to stick out to him. He wondered if if this boy was one of those devil children his Uncle would rant about.

Because a book on magic is surely only something one of them would read.

So yeah. This is all pretty useless dribble if ypu want to skip. I have two other stories in my google drive that im really excited about getting out. One is an HP/Sherlock crossover. (I FINALLY got to watch series 3 last night. [Thank you Netflix!] I marathoned it all, and im probably going to rewatch them tonight. Im in such a rush over them.) Its got Harry. Because I love Harry. And Jim. Jims a big part of it. The title pretty much explains it. But im only nearly done with chapter 1. Its plotted. Which will help me updating it. The next is another HP fic with Harry and Tom. But Lily gets to feature in it for some time too. Good on her.