Dislcaimer: Do you honestly think I am stupid enough to claim I own any of this? (besides Jen and her friends/family of course)

A/N: enjoy

Harry was about to walk through the door as he heard a rustling sound behind him. He quickly turned to see a cat running along the sidewalk. He guessed that it must be Mrs. Figg's, since she had quite a few. Mrs. Figg had been inviting him over to her house for tea every time she saw him over the course of the week that he'd been back. They would talk, but she refused to tell Harry anything that was going on. Harry suddenly remembered that others apart from Mrs. Figg had been watching him last summer and had probably been watching him this summer as well. The entire idea of having someone watch him and Jen was a bit unnerving. Whoever it was would probably have objections to him going into a stranger's house for breakfast, but that just fueled his will to do so. If they didn't like it, they could stop bloody watching him! He kept thinking about who it might be that was supposed to keep an eye on him until a hand started waving right in front of his face. He turned back around to see Jen, a somewhat amused smirk on her face. He smiled awkwardly; embarrassed that she had been watching him the entire time. She flashed a smile back and then walked back inside her house, gesturing for him to come as well.

"I think my parents might be up. Fair warning: most people think my mom a bit odd. Apparently she's the one I get it from," Jen told him once they went inside. She said it with a good-natured smile on her face, seemingly proud either that people apart from herself and Harry found her odd, or that her mother was as well. He gave her a quick smile and then looked around the room that they were currently standing in. He was surprised to find that seemingly everything had been unpacked, no cardboard boxes or bubble wrap whatsoever.

"You sure didn't waste any time unpacking," he pointed out, still feeling strange yet oddly comfortable around Jen. He felt a bit stupid for pointing out the obvious, but it was either this or pointing out how nice the weather was. And the weather's not even that nice anymore. He had noticed that it was beginning to get cloudy when he and Jen were walking back.

"Yeah, I stayed up until one or two unpacking the stuff in my room. I guess my parents did the rest last night and this morning," Jen replied. She gave him a reassuring smile as if she could tell he was uncomfortable. Is it that bloody obvious? he asked himself.

Just then a woman that looked somewhat like an older version of Jen walked in the room. "You're just in time for breakfast, Jen," she said cheerily. Turning to Harry she said, "Why hello there. You must be one of our new neighbors. I hope Jen had the manners to invite you to breakfast. I'm Vera Davenport, Jen's mother. Feel free to call me Mrs. Davenport or Vera, whichever you're more comfortable with." She said all this quickly, yet clearly, a look on her face that resembled Mrs. Weasley's. Harry was a bit surprised that she seemed so comfortable with a boy just showing up at her house with her daughter.

Before he had a chance to respond, Jen said, "Mom, you're scaring Harry. And what do you mean you hope I had the manners to invite him in? Why would he be in here if I didn't?" She said this as if she were insulted, but the smile on her face told Harry that she was joking.

Harry felt slightly less uncomfortable with the situation now that Jen and her mum were talking to each other instead of him. The two definitely resembled each other. At this point, Jen's mother was a bit taller, though Harry was still about as tall as her. She had brown hair and streaks that were slightly darker. The streaks in her hair caught Harry's attention. Unlike Jen, Mrs. Davenport had her hair down. In the light, Harry noticed that the streaks were not a darker brown, which is what he had thought they were at a quick glance, but purple!

"You two must be hungry," Mrs. Davenport said, apparently done playfully quarreling with Jen. Now Harry got a good look at her eyes and noticed that they too were purple. Not an overbearing, fake-looking purple, but a bluish-violet that was the same color as her streaks. "I decided to make a bit of a big breakfast, so it's a good thing that Jen brought a friend over." She turned and went back towards what Harry guessed was the kitchen. He looked at Jen warily and she gave him another reassuring smile. The two of them followed Mrs. Davenport into the kitchen.

Jen playfully argued with her mother, allowing Harry to adjust to the eccentric Vera Davenport. Unlike most teenagers, Jen greatly enjoyed the fact that her mother could be a bit odd. She was able to adjust to situations reasonably quickly and handle surprises with grace. She also had the patience that Jen had never managed to acquire herself. Only when Jen was in a situation where her patience was an absolute necessity was she have much. She noticed Harry give her mother a strange look and saw that his eyes were on her hair. Like Jen, Mrs. Davenport had oddly colored eyes and hair streaks. Both Mrs. Davenport's hair and eyes were dominated by the color purple, although her eyes seemed slightly more natural than her hair. The truth of the matter, both for Jen and her mother, was that both their hair and their eyes had never been colored artificially. Jen could get away with it more around most people because she was a teenager, but both of them normally had their hair up. Harry looked at her as if confused and she gave him a smile as if to say, "you have nothing to worry about" At least for now, Jen could consider such a thing the truth. As for the future, she wasn't as sure…

A/N: hope you all liked it. please review.