AN: Sorry it took so long. I have had this next part written out for soooo long I just haven't had the time to type it up. Well hope you enjoy.

Chapter 5 Getting Settled

Harry maneuvered his trunk around the car and through the door that Iris was holding open, which led down a hall. Well only one way to go Harry went down the hall till it opened out in to a living room.

The room was sparsely furnished. There was a long tan couch with two matching armchairs on either side making up a three sided box that faced away from them. In the center space between all three was a low table with a glass center. The carpeting in the room was all a various blending of gentle blues. There were some books stacked around and light some peeked through the white shutters that covered most of one wall.

Well it seemed friendly enough and the light isn't blinding in its lack or intensity. Was it just him, or was he linking about lighting way to much lately. He looked at Iris in order to find out were to put his things, they were starting to get heavy.

Iris let the door go and it swung shut as she followed her....uh relative, cousin, second cousin, oh what ever. She followed him into the living room. Ok her plan had worked. Get the obscure relative to her house. Now what.

Sometimes her lack of true forethought amazed even her. Here she had a British teenager in her house for what, a couple days, a month. She wasn't even sure of that. Now he was looking at her expectantly. Why? Then it clicked he was still holding his things. His room, of course he didn't know where he was supposes to go next.

"You'll be staying in the room up stairs. It's the first door on your right once you reach the top." That was stupid of course it was the room up stairs. All the bedrooms were upstairs. Oh well he didn't know that yet.

"All right." Harry said heading to the stairs.

"Do you need any help?" She knew that thing was fairly heavy and lugging it up the stairs wouldn't be the easiest thing to accomplish.

"No thanks"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"Alright then why don't I make a snack. I'm sure your hungry after the long flight."

"Ya sure." Ok this thing is really getting heavy now, stop talking please.

"You can meet me in the kitchen once you've settled in." She gave him another smile and headed for the kitchen. How could she go wrong with food. This was a teenage boy after all. They could be vacuums. Well any teenager could really. Which reminded her she should probably go shopping for groceries soon. With an extra mouth around she would go through her food twice as fast or maybe three or four times. She wouldn't be sure until she saw him eat.

Now what to make. Maybe it should be more of a meal for him and a snack for me. I ate right before I left but he's been on a plane for who knew how long and is probably starving.

She glanced through the pantry, cupboards, fridge, and freezer to see what looked good. Then she went back to the freezer and pulled out a box of Baggle Bits. (AN/disclaimer I don't own Baggle Bits you can never have to many disclaimers) She set the oven to the right temperature and spread the frozen food on a cookie sheet. Microwave it would have been faster but she thought they always turned out better when cooked in the oven. More crispy and evenly cooked. Things like this got rubbery and harder to chew once the cooled after microwave.

After putting those in the oven and setting a timer she went about preparing some various fruit, apples and grapes. By they time she had finish cleaning them and slicing the apples the timer beeped. She went over and pulled out the Baggle Bits.

While they were cooling, she got out two plates and cups. This was more of a finger food meal, no utensils needed. It wasn't a big hearty steak and potatoes king of thing, but good for last minute, through it together, stuff. Fairly healthy too. She even had fruit. Then again she could justify most things she liked as being good for you.

After all the Baggle Bits had dairy and grain and even fruit if you count the tomato sauce. Sure they were loaded with fat, but we'll just ignore that. Chocolate was another, it has iron and if its chocolate ice cream you have the dairy and iron covered, and both have sugar. Your brain can't work without sugar after all.

She wondered how long it would take for Harry to get settled. Should she make something else or was this enough? Well, if it wasn't then she would just tell him to snack on whatever looked good.

He had made it all the way up the stairs with his things but had to put them down in order to get the door open. He could have tried to open it while still holding his things, but that would have been tempting fate. Wouldn't that be a great picture, dropping his Trunk on his foot because he couldn't handle it properly after he had pointedly told Iris he could.

The room was bigger than his back at the Dursleys and the bed definitely looked more comfortable. The room didn't really seem to have a theme or anything to tie it together, for which Harry was glad to see. It was just one more difference he could put between Iris and his Aunt.

He put his trunk down at the end of the bed that was on his left against the wall. In the corner past the foot of the bed was a wooden desk with a swivel chair. He turned and looked out the one window in the room. He was glad to se that it was facing north, so the Sun wouldn't be shinning directly through it. There were also thick curtains to help keep the rest of the light out. He had a feeling that that could turn out to be a very good thing from what he had seen so far. He closed the curtains and looked back at the room.

"So I wonder if I'm settled yet"

After all what exactly was involved in the concept of 'settling in'. He had put his things down. Looked around the room he was going to be staying in, and that was about it, so he must be settled.

Well Iris had said they would be eating so he should probably wash up. It couldn't be that hard to find the Lavatory. Leaving the room he found it two doors down from his, the first being a linen closet. After washing he headed down stairs.

"Now were is the kitchen?" He heard some noise form a room to his left. "Guess that answers that question"

He was heading toward what he assumed was the kitchen when he noticed a picture on the wall. He glanced at it in passing then, stopped, and did a double take. "No way" he said in a hushed voice.

AN: Not very long I know but I thought it was a good stop point. I already have the next chapter written out I just need to type it up. Hopefully I will get it up soon. (