Before he had time to even role his eyes, he was being grabbed by the collar, shoved away roughly, and he growled, "Didn't we already go over this?" moments before Harry Potter's fist slammed toward his face.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," he shouted, stumbling backward, but then the world tilted, flared a blinding white.

Oh, Lord. Not again, he thought, but instead of finding himself sitting in that regal chair in his parent's drawing room, he was standing in the middle of the jungle, a mosquito buzzing annoyingly about his face and those familiar birds screaming overhead. Wildly, he thought I'm home before he could stop himself.