Disclamer: i own a chocolate bar wrapper and a cat. i ate the chocolate bar and the cat's evil.

A/N: i'm so sorry it's taken so long for me to update. i've had pracitces and games for two softball teams, tests, and four huge projects keeping me from writing. i'm going to try for once a week from now on.

"You're hurt," a familiar voice stated as the fanged person (or whatever the hell it was) bent over him. It took him a few more seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness enough to see that the figure was holding out a hand. Unsure of what to do, Harry simply looked up at where the figure's face should be. He could now see her more easily than the rest of his surroundings, as if she was glowing slightly. It was definitely a girl, and not just any girl. Jen was standing above him, glowing, with fangs, offering him a hand. What ended up surprising him even more than all of this was that, upon realizing who she was, he reached up and grabbed her hand.

Everyone scampered off except for Harry. He tried to take a step and ended up collapsing. Completely forgetting about her fangs being out, Jen ran over to see what was wrong. When she came up to him, she saw him clutching his foot. "You're hurt," Jen said simply while holding her hand out. Harry looked up at her worriedly until a look of realization came across his face along with a look of worry. However, his hand grasped hers and she helped him up. He sprained his ankle. It must have happened a little after the flashlight fell. Still, the muscle was damaged badly enough that he must have hurt it before. Jen looked around the area to see if the flashlight was anywhere close. No such luck! "Here, lean up against this tree," she said.

"Why?" Harry demanded.

"You'll see," Jen sighed. This wasn't anywhere near how she had wanted him to find out, assuming that she'd wanted him to at all. He leaned against the tree as Jen crouched down, lightly touching his hurt ankle. At this point, it was impossible for her to focus enough to fully heal it, but she had to at least heal it enough for him to be able to walk somewhere besides here.

"What the hell?"

"Long story, I'll explain once we get somewhere safe." The girl helped Harry hobble to her house, where she saw that her parents were not yet home.

Harry sat down on the sofa while you sat his foot was properly elevated. "So are you going to tell me what's going on?" He actually seemed somewhat calm.

Jen sighed and sat down next to his foot. Then, stating the obvious since her fangs were still out, said, "I'm not exactly human." Harry had an ever so sarcastic "oh really" look on his face so she continued with another sigh, "I'm a harpy."

"A what!"

Another sigh and then, a bit more slowly, "I'm a harpy."

"I may just be delirious from everything that just happened, but aren't harpies supposed to have wings?" This time Jen smiled slightly and got up. She closed your eyes, focusing.

"I'm a harpy." This was the second time that Jen had said this, but Harry was still having a difficult time getting it to sink in. Aren't harpies supposed to have wings? He voiced as much, and Jen got up, smiling. She then closed her eyes, a look of concentration on her face. Out of nowhere, a large pair of wings shot out from behind Jen. They seemed to be feathered, and the feathers were oddly colored. They started out a deep blue, almost black, and ended with tips the same color as Jen's eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me about all of this sooner?" Harry questioned, somewhat heatedly.

"I thought you might like a bit of a break from everything that you're going through. Also, I thought you might want to get to know me before you found out what I was." Harry pondered what Jen had just said, along with what had happened earlier over the summer. Suddenly, it clicked.

"You're the one that the Order had watching me, aren't you?"

"Yes," she admitted. Harry felt anger surge inside of him again.

"So that's why you've been spending so much time with me? You had to? Is that why you acted like my friend!" Harry made to get up, only to have Jen ruffle her wings (most likely in annoyance) and the stand over him.

"You're welcome to be pissed at me. Honestly, I don't blame you. However, you aren't going anywhere until your ankle gets healed," Jen said firmly.

"Then why don't you do that weird healing thing on my ankle again so I can leave?" he asked edgily.

"I will as soon as I can focus enough to do it well. Also, you throwing a hissy fit only makes it harder for me to concentrate."

Harry glared up at her, but remained sitting. "Anyway, I didn't hang out with you because I was supposed to be watching you. It would have been just as easy, if not easier, to just sit in a bush and watch you or something to that affect. I acted like your friend because I am your friend."

"You and the rest of the world seem to think that being my friend includes keeping important things from me! Like the fact that I'm being watched that you're a harpy, that people think Voldemort's trying to posses me, why the hell he wanted to kill me, and a load of other shit!" Harry yelled, letting all his pent up anger out at once. He continued with the same level of rage, "And you know what? What I don't know can hurt me! It ended up costing me the one person who ever seemed the least bit like a parent to me!" Harry felt his emotions rising almost out of control again, but the new look on Jen's face, a look of distant pain, caused him to calm down a bit. Had he thought it was just that her feelings were hurt, his anger would have continued. This look, on the other hand, was one reflecting the way he felt about losing his godfather.

"He's…gone?" Jen asked in an aggrieved tone. Harry nodded, somewhat confused. He just barely heard Jen utter "Sirius."