Boba watched the boy whose name he had learned was Harry sleep. The child appeared to be in the throes of a nightmare. Several hours earlier, he had learned several things about the boy who strangely spoke in an upper crust Coruscanti accent and the world on which he lived. The planet (the name of which was oldspeak for dirt) had no spaceports (therefore no means of escape). The boy was two years older than he appeared, having just turned twelve, and had been living with his relatives since the murder of his parents by a dark "Wizard". Apparently the child believed that he belonged to a community of people that could do magic and believed Boba himself to be part of that community. During the most recent year at his "magic school" the child had nearly been killed several times.

He watched the boy toss and turn muttering about a zoo, and sighed at the decision he had come to. The boy's life had been so bad, that he couldn't think of a way that his presence in it could make it worse. His tongue faltering over words that should have been familiar, he named the child as his own, renaming the boy Kad in honor of a man who had tried to do his best for his people up until the day he died. He didn't know how he would provide for the boy in the coming year, but until he reached adulthood at the age of 13 the boy was his responsibility. With the words he had spoken, he had made it his responsibility to care for the boy, and teach him the ways of the Mandalorians, including language and culture, two things he hadn't learned until he was old.

Upon hearing a noise he didn't recognize, he whirled around to see a speeder with wheels stop outside the window. One of the occupants of said speeder, a red headed boy who had most likely reached adulthood within the last year, tied a rope to the bars on the window. Guessing the red haired boy's likely identity from the whispered stories he had heard from Har- Kad, he only slightly relaxed his guard. The speeder slowly reversed and the bars were wrenched from the window. The noise woke Kad from his fitful slumber. The boy's look of utter joy upon seeing the speeder's occupants was swiftly replaced by one of worry.

After a round of introductions, Kad informed the twin redheads (Gred and Forge) who were elder siblings to the boy who had attached a rope to the bars on Kad's window that his belongings had been locked up in a cupboard under the stairs. The twins, after informing Kad that they could pick locks "the Muggle way", retrieved Kad's belongings in short order, making very little noise as they did so. The twins could be pretty good hunters one day if they ever chose to do so, and would probably survive past their first year in the game, which was not an easy feat.

Soon, the redheads who were named Weasley, Kad's belongings, pet bird, Kad, Boba, and surprisingly, a rather obese boy named Dudley who had clung to Kad in an attempt to prevent him from leaving were either inside or hanging out of the speeder. The Dudley boy's legs had been wrenched from his father's arms when the speeder had pulled away from the window and made its rather ponderous escape. Rather than allow the boy named Dudley who was Kad's cousin up until a few minutes before to be injured, they had been forced to heave him inside the speeder before they headed to the Weasley home at a rather sedate pace.

At around sunrise, the speeder which Kad kept referring to as a "flying car" landed at the end of a dirt path that led to one of the most ramshackle dwellings Boba had ever seen. A large red haired woman exited said building, stormed up the path towards them, and promptly began yelling at her apparently disobedient offspring much like the woman he had seen many years before who had stormed into the Oyu'baat to drag her twelve year old son home for a well deserved punishment. Upon seeing Kad, her attitude completely reversed itself, though the affection seemed genuine Boba couldn't help but be suspicious. The woman then noticed the two extra passengers that the twins had dragged along for the ride.

"I don't know why my boys saw fit to drag you two boys half way across the country, but I'll send you home after breakfast." Mrs. Weasley said as she appeared to be warding off a headache before she turned and led the group towards the building which was her home. The walk to the house was spent with Mrs. Weasley yelling at her wayward sons about the amount of trouble they had caused and how someone named Arthur could not only lose his job but be put in prison for what they had done.

At breakfast, Boba met the mysterious Arthur who wasn't nearly as strict on the boys and seemed more amused by their antics than upset. He had been given heaps of food at breakfast, all of it rather unfamiliar, and all of it rather fattening, and had noticed that he hadn't been given nearly as much as Kad whom Mrs. Weasly was clearly worried about. She'd apparently also noticed that the boy seemed rather undernourished as well, though her treatment for the problem (shoveling more food than the boy could handle onto his plate despite the risk of the boy's stomach rupturing if he ate too much) left much to be desired. Throughout breakfast Arthur Weasley kept giving the nearly Hutt sized Dudley Dursley who had been hiding his bottom throughout the entire morning after having spent most of the ride to the Weasley residence curled up in a fetal position concerned glances.

"That boy is far too large to be healthy." he muttered shaking his head "After breakfast, I'm taking him to St. Mungo's for a checkup."

After breakfast Arthur was as good as his word, and took Dudley to the St. Mungo's place to be looked over on his way to work. Boba didn't exactly know how he had left, since he didn't take the speeder and he'd been in another room at the time the Weasley patriarch had made his departure, but he was gone. After Arthur had departed, Kad and the Weasley boys were sent outside to "De-gnome" the garden, and Boba watched as the dishes suddenly leapt into the sink and seemed to clean themselves. It seemed that the Jedi who had abandoned him had in fact dumped him in the path of a group of Force-sensetives. Figures.

Boba couldn't take the words of adoption he had spoken over his new son back, and after a moment's thought he decided he didn't want to. The boy clearly needed someone to care for him, and the purpose of his being sent here had been so that he would have a chance of succeeding where he had failed when it had come to family. He'd just have to find a way to prevent Kad from becoming the local equivalent of a Jedi, and teach him better than to rely on his mystical powers. The appellation he had given the boy was more apt than he had previously thought. He wasn't entirely stupid; he had known full well what the original Kad's mother had been, and he had seen how Solo's daughter had reacted every time she saw the man.

&!&!&!&

Molly Weasley watched the strange boy who had come with Harry and his cousin. Based on the way he had responded to the magical things in his surroundings, the child was either a wizard or a squib. He didn't seem to be happy about something, and the expression that came across his face as she set the dishes to clean themselves had flashed from hate to distaste. The boy had then become lost in his thoughts. She would have to find out who the boy was and return him to his family before she was accused of kidnapping, which was a very serious crime in the Wizarding World for various reasons depending on the blood status of the abductee. From his coloring, she guessed that he was either related to the Zabinis or the Patils.

"What's your name?" Molly asked. She had been told earlier, but in the shock of the twins having dragged both Harry and his cousin over she had forgotten it.

"Boba Fett." the boy replied watching her warily.

"What family are you from?" Molly asked, she wasn't familiar with the name Fett, and didn't think that the child was a muggle or a muggleborn, since he didn't seem too shocked by his surroundings.

"My family's dead." the boy replied.

"Oh, you poor dear!" Molly cried before embracing the child in a bone crushing hug.

Moments later, she was on the floo with wizarding children's services. After it was determined with a quick blood test that the boy had no living relatives in the country, Molly decided to keep him until a suitable family could be found. She was warned that it could take a while since the child was little more than a squib, and of unknown parentage.

&!&!&!&

Boba was quite glad when things finally settled down. The Molly woman hadn't stopped hugging him and crying over him for most of the day. He had a distinct feeling that he had just been adopted. It seemed that despite their Force sensitivity and their more pacifistic ways, these Weasleys were startlingly similar to his father's people in many ways. Taking in strays was one of them.

The woman had eventually gotten back to her household duties, and given him a sharpened feather, a bottle of black ink, and something to "draw on" that felt like genuine high quality parchment rather than flimsyplast before she did so. The family appeared to be rather poor. How they could afford such a luxury as real paper was beyond him.

He felt rather reluctant to make any marks on the parchment - which was something he'd handled very few times during his life despite the vast wealth he'd accrued over his lifetime - but the woman clearly expected him to do so. Not knowing what else to do as he didn't want to be seen rejecting the woman's hospitality, he began to write out his observations about the people he had found himself amongst.

Despite his attempts to be careful, much of what he wrote became smudged since he was used to using a datapad and a stylus when he wrote. After a while, Kad came up behind him and started looking over his shoulder at what he was writing. He did his best to hide his pathetic attempts at writing with a feather. He was slightly embarrassed at his failure, and didn't want Kad reading what he was writing either.

"What are you doing?" Kad asked.

"Writing Kad'ika." he responded.

"I've never heard of Kadika. What kind of language is it?" Kad asked.

He sighed. In the excitement of being whisked away from the home of Kad's former relatives and what came after, he had forgotten to tell the boy his new name. The fact that the boy apparently couldn't read probably shouldn't have surprised him considering the way the boy had been raised, but it did. What did they teach at that school the boy had told him about, if they didn't teach basic reading and writing skills?

"The language isn't Kad'ika, it's Basic. Basic is written in the Aurebesh. When I adopted you last night, I named you Kad which means Saber in Mando'a. Kad'ika means Little Saber." He patiently explained.

"You adopted me?" Kad said looking at him as if he had grown another head.

"Yes." He replied.

Kad shrugged and sat down next to him. Over the next couple of hours he explained the basics of reading and writing Basic to the boy who picked it up much faster than he thought he would. Soon, he would begin teaching the boy Huttese, and the Mando'a that he had learned far too late.

Author's note: As far as Boba Fett's concerned, Harry is Kad Fett. As far as everyone else is concerned, he's Harry Potter. Fett will be teaching Harry as much as he can considering the different world and different technology.

Edited 2-21-12