A/N: Before I start, Jessica01, you wrote:
"I wasn't sure what the rating should be on 'Wishes'." I don't get your review, actually. I don't have a story entitled, "Wishes." But, anyway…
Responses:
jmljasmine: I do have a habit of updating rather quickly. Though, that's a good habit! Mmm…I think you're getting the wrong feeling. There's nothing up with Charlie…
vegetarians will rule the Earth: Thank you very much.
Er…I'm exhausted, actually, so I think that'll be all the reviews that I respond to. Sorry.
Chapter Fifteen
"Harry Potter and Sirius Black?" A woman asked cheerfully as Harry and Sirius came to their stop.
"Yeah," Harry said warily.
"My name's Nevaeh Maeve," Nevaeh introduced. "I'm sure Charlie told you that I was meeting you here?"
"He said somebody was meeting us at our very last stop," Harry said.
"Oh," Nevaeh said. "He said for me to meet you here." She shrugged.
"Where are we?" Sirius decided to ask. Nevaeh brightened again.
"You're in Massachusetts," she replied. "You're next flight is at two o'clock, so you can stay at my place until then. Wash up, maybe," Nevaeh suggested, glancing at the blood stains on Harry's shirt and hands.
"Where is our next flight taking us?" Sirius asked, following Nevaeh to her car.
"Paris," the girl responded, starting up the engine with a grin. "You'll be meeting my sister, Ivayla Niamh, there. And then, if you're wondering, from Paris you'll go to England," Nevaeh added. "From England, someone by the name of Riley Augustine will take you to South West England. From there, you'll meet Isabella, who'll take you to South Gloucestershire where you want to be," she finished.
"Isabella," Harry repeated immediately. "O'Brien?" Nevaeh looked surprised.
"Actually, no," she replied. "That was her late husband's last name. He died when her son, Matthew, was only five." Nevaeh's face saddened. "Matt died at the age of thirteen. Really sad, you know. Hit and run, that's what killed him. Well, Isabella re-married to Julian Jessup. They had a little girl—did you know?" Nevaeh's smile reappeared. "Yeah. Her name's Nevaeda. Pretty, isn't it? Kind of reminds me of my name."
"Yeah," Harry agreed.
"Anyway," Nevaeh continued, "Julian had a little girl with his other wife. They got a divorce when their little girl was only one."
"I didn't know that Julian Jessup had a daughter," Sirius said. Nevaeh nodded.
"Oh, yeah. Her name's Willow. That's pretty, too, isn't it?" Nevaeh paused, pulling into her driveway. "Here we are. D'you need help, love?" She asked Harry, looking at his crutches.
"I've got it," Harry said, leaning on his crutches as he got out of the car.
"Jenny?" Nevaeh called as she entered her home. A younger girl, maybe about twenty, stepped out from the living room.
"Yeah, Nev?"
"You wanna help these two here upstairs? Then we'll let them get washed up," Nevaeh said.
"And then you'll make me some lunch?" Jenny asked.
"I'll make all of us lunch," Nevaeh said. "But really, Jenny, you should learn how to make your own lunch, dinner and breakfast sometime. I'm not your mother, and I have a right to kick your ass out of here." Jenny scowled, turning to Sirius and Harry.
"This way," she said, turning to go up the stairs. She waited patiently until Harry and Sirius joined her at the top of the stairs. "All right," Jenny said, turning around. "This here is the bathroom. I think this'll be all you need to know, really, since you're not staying the night. Wash up, and I'll call you down when Nevaeh's done making lunch."
"Sisters?" Harry guessed when Jenny went back down the stairs. Sirius nodded.
"Definitely sisters."
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"You two look better than you did," Nevaeh observed. "Well, eat up. We'll be leaving in half an hour."
"So, how do you know Charlie?" Harry asked, setting his crutches by his chair. Nevaeh grinned.
"Distant cousins. Actually, did you know that Charlie is Isabella's brother?" Harry could only stare at the older woman. "Yep, they are. He's a bit…unkempt, isn't he? Always was, actually."
"Not always," Jenny said. "He wasn't in High School."
"Well, that was then," Nevaeh said dismissively. "And 'then' was a long time ago."
"Nuh-uh," Jenny disagreed with a frown. "You're just saying that because you're…old. I'm not nearly as old as you."
"I'm twenty five," Nevaeh said with a frown of her own. "You're twenty four." With an irritated sigh, Jenny got up from the table and stomped up the stairs. "Don't mind her. She was always like that," Nevaeh said with a chuckle. She glanced at her watch. "If you two are done, we should head out now." She looked up at the ceiling. "Jenny, we're going to go now!"
"So what?" Jenny called back down angrily. Nevaeh looked at Sirius and Harry helplessly, giving a shrug.
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"Here's your plane tickets," Nevaeh said, thrusting two tickets towards Sirius and Harry. "I've already told you what plane your going on, didn't I?" She shook her head. "All right, have a good flight. Say hi to Ivayla for me, won't you? And don't worry, she's not as bad as Jenny." Harry grinned.
"We will, and thank you."
"No problem," Nevaeh said. She listened as they called out Harry and Sirius's plane. "Go on, you don't want to miss your flight."
"I really didn't know that Isabella had a brother," Harry said as they settled into their seats.
"Neither did I. She never spoke about him, either," Sirius said.
"Well, next stop: Paris," Harry said blandly.
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Remus sunk into the couch in defeat. So much for the 'today's-the-day-I'll-find-Harry.' He ignored the doorbell, which was repeatedly ringing. "Nobody's home," he muttered, closing his eyes.
"I'm not stupid," a girls voice, which reminded Remus of Isabella Jessup, said angrily. "I know you're in there." Remus groaned, getting up from the couch and opening the door. Isabella Jessup, who had visited Remus once before, stood in the doorway with an angry expression her face.
"Hello."
Isabella clenched her teeth together, her eyes blazing. "You lied to me."
Remus raised his eyebrows. "When?"
"When I came by that day. You said Harry and Sirius went out, but you lied to me."
Remus looked at the woman suspiciously. "I didn't lie to you."
"Oh?" Isabella planted her hands on her hips. "So Sirius and Harry went all the way to Wisconsin for, what, nothing? Or did they go there for a shopping spree?"
"Wisconsin?" Remus repeated. "How do you know that Harry went to Wisconsin? And Sirius couldn't possibly be with Harry, he died—" Isabella looked astonished and angry at the same time.
"Who are you? Sirius Black is not dead."
"He—" Remus started, knowing that he shouldn't have let that slip.
"Tell me who you are," Isabella said, narrowing her eyes. "Or I scream."
"You're taking this a bit too…" Remus trailed off.
"I'm taking this cautiously," she said. "Because I'm concerned for Harry and Sirius. Why did I get a call from Charlie saying that Sirius and Harry were in Wisconsin?" Remus sighed, opening the door up invitingly.
"I think you should sit down." Glancing at Remus cautiously, Isabella took a seat. "How long have you known Harry? And Sirius?"
"Since Harry was eight," Isabella said. "He and my son, Matthew, were best friends. I think I've seen you around sometimes, though."
"You have," Remus said uncertainly. "I live here with Harry and…Sirius."
"What is with all this 'was' business?" Isabella exclaimed. "Sirius is not deceased! So don't you mean 'are'?"
"Harry was kidnapped," Remus said. Isabella paled.
"Kidnapped? Did you call somebody?" She paused. "But how can that be? I just got off the phone with my brother, Charlie. He said a Harry Potter and Sirius Black showed up on his doorstep in Wisconsin. He drove them to the airport, they were going to Massachusetts." Remus couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Massachusetts?"
"That's right," Isabella said. "Then they're taking another flight to Paris, then England. Riley Augustine will be taking them to South West England, where I'll be picking them up and bringing them back here. That's what I got out of Charlie." Remus couldn't be more thankful.
"That's great."
"Yeah, it is," Isabella said, getting up and heading to the door. "I'll be back after with Harry and Sirius. Riley Augustine's going to give me call when they arrive in South West England, then I'm going to pick them up there. I'll call you after Riley calls me."
"Great, thank you," Remus said, shutting the door behind Isabella. Right now, he had a certain Headmaster to visit.
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A/N: Well, here's the chapter I promised. Hope you like, and I hope you don't find it to rushed or something, really, this is one of the longest chapters that I've written...
Anyway, for the next chapter, I have no clue how long it takes for a Plane to arrive to Paris from Massachusetts.If anyone knows, could you please tell me? Thank you!