Last Time: Standing up with difficulty, Harry looked around. Ok. Where was he? And more importantly, who were they.

'They' were two people, a boy and a girl, walking down the road with expressions that made stone look like sponge. Harry's must have looked frightened because the girl's face softened as she hurried over to him.

'Hey. Are you ok?' The girl spoke. Why? No one cares about me. So why does she seem to? 'I won't hurt you. Did that man abandon you?' There was an easy question. Harry nodded. Then the boy turned to the girl and began to mutter under his breath to her,

'We can't leave him like this...'

'Do you think Johnny would mind if...'

'Nah, and even if he does mind, we can't leave 'im here, not all beat up...'

'We can at least take 'im home, until he's better,'

'Johnny won't mind, I think, I mean, the kid looks so much like 'im...'

'You think he'd take 'im in as 'is son?'

'Johnny took us in, and Johnny likes kids. Dunno why…'

'True, so, we take 'im with us,'

'If he wants to come,'

'What's your name?' Harry looked up. It was the boy who had spoken and he no longer looked angry. He looked kind.

'Harry,' There was no reason for Harry to trust the boy yet.

'Would you like to come to our home so we can fix you up?' The girl asked and he noted that although her voice was rough, her words were kind.

'You'd...help...me?' Harry repeated. What? Why? They look too young to be grownups so won't their parents be annoyed at them bringing me home? Harry voiced his thoughts.

'We don't live with our parents Harry,' the boy this time. What?! 'We're part of a…gang, you could call it.' Fright crossed Harry's face before he could stop it as the word 'gang' sunk in. Traitor face.

'Now you've scared him, David. We're not that kind of gang, we're more like,' she paused for a second, thinking, then she seemed to find the right thought, 'we're more like the Lost Boys,' The girl's words appealed to Harry, inspite of the fact that he had no idea who or what the Lost Boys were.

'And Wendy,' the boy, David, the girl had called him, added smiling. Harry nodded uncertainly.

'But..who are you?' he directed this question towards the girl.

'Beth,' she replied.

'Just Beth?' he asked. Doesn't she have a last name. Even I have a last name.

'Are you just Harry?' Beth asked with a smile. He shook his head.

'Harry Potter,' he said.

'Bethany James,' she said.

'So, are you coming with us?' David seemed impatient. It might have been because, in spite of Harry's surprising obliviousness, there was a growing puddle of blood around the small boy.

'Kay.' That decision was one that would change Harry's life.

'Beth?' Harry asked.

'Yes,' she replied.

'Who are the Lost Boys,'

'Well, how 'bout I tell you when we get where we're going,' she replied. Harry grinned.

'Kay.'

HPGW*HPGW*Later on*HPGW*HPGW

Harry blinked and narrowed his eyes. In his experience, when one woke up in an unfamiliar place, it was better to pretend that one was still sleeping so that one could observe one's surroundings. The thing was, his eyesight was poor at best and with narrowed eyes he could see next to nothing. So instead, Harry tried to remember how he had gotten here, wherever here was. He must have dozed off as Beth carried him to...hmm...he'd better find out just where he was, soon.

'Do you think he's awake?' Beth whispered.

'Yeah' this voice sounded amused. Harry suddenly wanted to get up, march over to the owner of this unfamiliar voice and demand to know just what was so funny about his situation. As far as Harry could see, there was nothing remotely amusing about this. He couldn't see, his back felt like someone had ripped strips of his skin away (which was essentially what Dursley had done), he had no idea where he was or who he was with. All in all, it was very unfunny.

'Are you awake Harry?' This was David. Deciding that there was no point in pretending to stay asleep, Harry opened his eyes fully. Not that that improved his vision. Looking around he counted a total of three people in the room; two boys and one girl. What surprised him, however, was the lack of grownups. David and Beth looked about twelve or thirteen and the other boy only looked to be about sixteen.

'How's your back?' The other boy spoke. Harry frowned.

'I'm fine.' Harry said as he sat up and jutted his chin forward defiantly, resolving not to talk to the boy who still sounded like he was smiling. But then his curiosity got the better of him, again (Harry had lost count of how many times he had angered the Dursleys simply by being unable to stand not knowing some piece of information). 'What's your name?'

'Johnny. What's yours?' What a stupid question for this Johnny to ask. Surely Beth and David had already told him. Well, if Johnny was going to ask questions that were clearly designed to make him open up then there was no way in hell that Harry was going to cooperate.

'Didn't they tell you?' Harry asked innocently.

'You're smart. And you're right; I do know, it's Harry, isn't it?' Johnny's stared at him appraisingly. Harry stared back, his face still resembling that of a cherub in a church. Beth and David watched, their eyes flicking back and forth like they were watching the metaphorical ball bounce from Harry's court to Johnny's and back again. For a while everyone seemed frozen in their current positions. Then Johnny laughed. Harry's brows furrowed. What on earth?! 'You're so cute,' Johnny said, still laughing. Well! That was the last thing Harry expected Johnny to say.

'I'm not cute,' Harry replied, 'I'm a ugly freak.' He continued, the words sounding as though the boy had been programmed to say them. Immediately Harry knew he had said the wrong thing. He flinched as the faces of the other occupants turned dark. Then Johnny surprised him, yet again, by kneeling down and taking his hands. Then, looking Harry in the eye, he said, 'whoever said that was wrong and you shouldn't believe them. You aren't a freak, you're special; you're one of us now.'

Harry stared at him. Whatever did he mean? No one had ever told him he was special or that he belonged. Johnny had done both. Then he spoke again, cracking a grin as he said, 'and as for ugly, that's ridiculous, you're one of the cutest little five year olds I've ever seen.'

Harry was positive he should be going into shock. After a few seconds engaged in the intelligent and well respected activity of blinking owlishly, his brain sputtered back to life with an almost audible pop. Two vitally important thoughts occurred to him. First, how did Johnny know he was five and how much else did he know? And more importantly,

'Little! LITTLE! I'm NOT LITTLE! Or cute!' Harry said 'cute' with absolute disgust, and then, is if he hadn't mad himself so clear you could practically see through him, he added, 'I'm a big boy.' Johnny raised one eyebrow. Harry reddened and glared at Johnny furiously. Johnny lowered his eyebrow…then raised the other. Harry's eyes bugged out and his jaw went slack.

'Small children are so easily amused.' David whispered.