The boy was in someplace different. This much he knew. He'd only wondered out of the Temple to check out something that had caught his eye and now he was in this fun but vast park and...he was just wasn't sure how it got there at all. After all there'd been only cityscape before. The boy smiled to himself as he walked in the glen for the first time in his life taking in sights. All his life the only greenery he'd seen was the Garden of a Thousand Fountains and the occasional park the few rare times they went out with the Masters. But this was amazing. He couldn't wait to tell Tahl about this place!

As he kept walking he looked only to see more trees instead of the cityscape that he'd left...wait what happened? He stopped and turned back towards the way he'd come. He worried looked for the portal that lead him here but it was gone...the boy sat down and tried to mediate as he was taught in the Temple so he could be guided by the Force but his fear and panic drove out any sense of concentration. Frustrated the boy instead sat down and began to cry with fear. He didn't know how to get home. What was he going to do now?

"Crybaby!" Came a shout that startled him even if he couldn't understand it. "Wimp, wanker!" Turning to his left he saw a strange sinuous furry creature glaring from a tree. "Brat!" It snarled as it leapt forward towards him claws and teeth showing. The boy covered his face with one hand as he jumped up instinctively. He thrusted forwarded his hand and pushed...

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!" His Mum's screech was enough to make the trees outside shake with her wrath which was precisely why said recipient, Ron, run faster then ever away from the Burrow where punishment awaited him. Hey Fred deserved it after pulling that nasty prank on him! It wasn't his fault! Ron ran as fast as he could away from home and deep into to the forest. He tripped over several roots before he stopped hearing Mum screaming. He sighed as he wiped the dirt off his trousers and hands. It would be several hours before she calmed down enough to return. Sighing he wondered through the better known regions hoping his Mum wouldn't come to here.

Well Fred deserved it! He thought bitterly. He was mean and...

"Bloody hell!" A shout snapped the forest into focus making Ron turn towards the sound. He saw a Jarvey being flung away from a grove of trees. Curious he ran forward and saw...a boy. The most weirdly dressed boy he'd seen. The boy's hand was held out in warding gesture meaning he was the cause of the Jarvey's flight. The Beast in question ran off possibly looking for Gnomes to eat. So he was a Wizard?

The boy looked stunned and fearful with recent tears marking his face which concerned Ron. Was he a lost Wizarding kid? He didn't know and loathed as he was to admit it he needed his Mum for this.

"There you are!" Bill yelled as he came into view. Evidently Mum had sent him after Ron. "Mum's going spare about you running...?" His voice trailed off as he too saw the boy that was gazing at them with curiosity but still fearful gaze. "Ah bugger. Stay here Ron I'll go get Mum." With that he turned ran backwards towards the Burrow.

"Oi you alright mate?" Ron asked approaching the strange boy. The boy jumped but didn't run off surprisingly. "It's okay Mum will know what to do...I'm Ron Weasley by the way who are you?" He held out his hand so the boy could shake it.

"Ron!" His father voice called relieving a tension that he hadn't noticed before as he dropped his hand. The boy had yet to respond to his greeting. "You still there?"

"Yeah Dad!" Ron called back. "Is Mum with you?"

"She's with Bill! I went instead of her!" His Dad shouted as he came into view. "Hallo who's this?" He pointed to the now thoroughly curious boy that walked forward to them.

"Dunno, he didn't answer," Ron shrugged. "Are we taking him to the Burrow?"

"Of course, what sort of question is that? We are certainly aren't leaving him here alone the poor lad," his father answered holding out his hand. Instead of staring it the boy took it if a bit hesitantly. As the boy got closer he saw not only did he have weird robes but also his black hair was styled in a very strange fashion. Ron shrugged it as he and his father lead the boy and to the Burrow. This was going to interesting to say the least.

The boy followed the man and the other boy. It was clear that they wanted to help. Maybe they could help him get home...Maybe. The Force knows and he trusted the Force like all those in his crèche and in the Order. Whatever it willed he'd do. He really wanted to go home though but he'd take what he could get. He'd have too.