The 5k Around the World Part I: New York City

"Bye Keith! Have fun!"

"Don't worry mom. It won't be that bad."

"Now remember Keith," Keith's dad said. "Your Grandmother's pocket watch is very delicate to magical energy. So that means no apparition, alright? Portkey only."

"Relax Dad. I'm just going to Mama's house. it's not like I'm going on world tour."

Keith picked up the portkey, a nice one made out of iron and shaped into a large ring. "See ya!" Keith shouted as he felt the familiar tug at his navel.

After much spinning, Keith hit the ground with a thud. "Mama, I'm-"

Keith looked up.

This was not Mama's house. "What the hell?" He asked, glancing around. He was in a dirty back alley. Looking over to the side, he saw a small note taped to the wall.

Hello Keith.
By now you've figured out the portkey is not taking you directly to my house. Welcome to New York City!

"Wait, what?"

The next portkey leaves at 5:00 sharp kiddo, at the corner of Madison and Northcross. See you at my house...I hope.
Mama.

"OH COME ON!"

Andrew had been walking around New York City, smiling as it was good to be home in America. He didn't care for the crime and all, but it was still his home and where he was born after all. As he had been traveling, he had passed by a small alley and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a boy standing there by himself with no adults around. Lost perhaps? He walked over to the child and said "Hey kid, what are you doing here? This place is a deathtrap for most people."

Keith looked up and frowned.

This guys looked familiar. Something about him...had Keith seen him before? Did he go to Hogwarts? Could he possible help Keith out of this mess?

Maybe. Maybe. Best not to get excited. "Say..." keith said, looking at the guy. "What's your name? We haven't um..we haven't met before have we? Because you look really familiar.” He tried to push the portkey behind a trash can with his shoe, just in case this guy wasn’t who Keith thought he was.

"My name is Andrew," he said raising an eyebrow at the boy suspiciously "but like I said,what the hell are you doing here? Are you lost or something?" Andrew crossed his arms, waiting for an answer out of the boy. He seemed oddly familiar in a way, yet could not remember his name. He kept his wand hidden in his pocket, just in case, yet tried to keep his hand close to it. You could never trust anyone in the world anymore.