A/N: yay! reviews! i'm so happy! anyway, i want to know what most people think of the person's P.O.V. things. some people that beta these have told me that i should specify whose point of view it is, but if most of you find it annoying, i can delete them. if you would be so kind as to put in your reviews whether or not you want them, i'd greatly appreciate it.

disclaimer: i still just own jen & co.

Over the next two weeks, the teenagers had grown close. Harry sat in his room, musing over the day after the dinner fiasco. He had decided to go for a walk, having nothing better to do at 7:00 in the morning. Without really thinking about it, he walked back to the tree he and Jen had been sitting in the morning before. Not having anything better to do, he climbed up, only to see Jen looking off into the foliage, though not seeming to see anything

"I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to get here," she had said, still looking off into the distance.

"What?" how did she know he was coming?

"I saw you under this branch. You took your time climbing up."

Afterwards, the two had sat on the branch, watching the leaves change color as the sun rose. She had pointed out that during the summer, the sun began rising at 6:30. He had come back around the same time the next day; she had been there. It was the same the next day, and the next day. It was almost as if she was waiting for him, expecting him to come.Neither of them brought up the other's past; neither of them wanted to remember the past. Although Jen had never told Harry that her past was upsetting, or even that she had anything to hide about it, he could tell that something about it upset her. She wasn't the type to show her emotions to every little thing, but Harry had picked up how to read subtle things. In fact, he had picked it up from her. She had a way of giving off random little factoids that at the time seemed unimportant, but eventually gave way to bigger things. Once she had pointed out that if you really wanted to know what someone thought of what you had just said to watch their eyebrows. He had dismissed it as Jen just being Jen, but she had been right. The next day, his uncle had told him to get the mail. Harry's attitude retuned and he had said no very coolly while watching his uncle for a reaction. At a glance, it would have seemed as if his uncle was controlling his emotions rather well: no yelling, no threats, no slamming his fist on the table. But, for a split second, Harry had seen his uncle's eyebrows come together in a way that Harry knew to be absolute rage. Upon looking more closely at his uncle's facial expression, Harry had noticed that his uncle was glaring at the same spot of the paper that is eyes had been on for the past five minutes. Also, he was slightly more purple than usual. It turned out that Jen was simply full of little ways that helped one read into people. Paying attention to the emphasis on certain words, watching a person's forehead, and paying attention to what a person did with their hands while they were speaking with you helped to give you an impression of just how much truth was in what a person was telling you.

Another Saturday, another week passed that nothing has happened. Still, Dudley's on to something. Eventually he's going to find something out, and he might even tell Harry. Either way, Harry was going to find out, so why not tell him now? Because a) he wouldn't believe me b) even if he did believe me, he'd be scared and/or angry at me for not telling him sooner, and c) I'm not ready to explain everything yet. Jen stopped pacing around her room and walked down the stairs and outside while checking her watch to see that it was 5:50.

A little while after Jen climbed up, she heard the sounds of someone climbing up the tree. Jen had been lying down on the large branch and staring up at what she could see of the sky through the thick foliage, and lifted her head up just enough to see Harry clambering up the tree.

"Jen, what are you doing?" he asked in disbelief. She were really going to have to keep track of how many times she got him to do that.

"Staring at the tree and the sky," Jen replied.

"How are you balancing?"

"By not moving too much."

'You do know you're going to end up falling, right?"

"It's a possibility," she responded indifferently, now looking at him instead of the sky. He rolled his eyes and sat down next to her while she sat up.

The two of them sat and watched the sunrise, hardly speaking the entire time. There was something calming for Jen in knowing that she would get to see it every day. It would always happen. In such chaotic times as these, it was nice to know that some things would stay the same, even if it was something so seemingly unimportant.