A/N: Responses:

Jessica01: Ohhh! Thank you for the elaboration :-) I'll have to check your story out sometime, too.

WolfbainKohaku: Hah, hah…hintDumbledorehint

LittleCrazy1: hmm…I dunno…just another character that I wanted to add to this, and wanted him to be related to another character in a way. Sorry I can't explain this right, or if what you wrote needed to be explained…sorry again, lol, if I'm confusing you, 'cause I'm confusing myself.

Purtyinpink71121: Hmm…no, not really. I just thought that Harry would need someway to walk, so I thought crutches would be perfect, lol.

Purtyinpink71121: THANK YOU! Yeah, I kinda guessed around there, too. And, again, thank you!

Anyway, sorry if I get any times wrong or something. Not the best at that, plus I have a terrible headache, which doesn't help at all. Anyway, here it is…

Chapter Sixteen

"Wake up," Sirius said, nudging Harry lightly in the ribs. Harry opened his eyes, blinking.

"We're here?"

"Yeah," Sirius replied. "Come on."

"Ivayla Maeve should be easy to spot," Harry said with a yawn as they got off the plane. "She'd look a bit like Nevaeh."

"Maybe—""

"Harry Potter?" Someone asked, coming up to Harry and Sirius. "And…er, Sirius Black? I'm Ivayla, Nevaeh said I'd be meeting you here?"

"Yeah," Harry said,noticing that Ivayla had a bit of a French accent.

"I thought so," Ivayla said. "She said that you had crutches. Very easy to spot." She paused. "You look tired. Jet lag?"

"Maybe," Harry yawned.

"Well, how about souper?" Ivayla asked. "Er, supper, I mean. Antoine should be home soon. He's my husband."

"Is he bilingual?" Harry asked, wondering if her husband was since she was.

"He's trying to learn," Ivayla replied. "I'm teaching him—" She let out a laugh, "—Though, he's not doing very good." Harry and Sirius followed Ivayla out of the airport. "I live just down the road a ways," she informed them.

-

"Ivayla! Sont-ceux-ci le deux vous parliez de, l'amour?" A man, who Harry immediately knew was Antoine, said enthusiastically as he, Sirius and Ivayla arrived at her home.

"Oui," Ivayla replied in French. "A un bon jour au travail, Antoine?"

"Non," Antoine responded, kissing her cheek. "Manquer trop occupé vous."

"Well," Ivayla said, clearing her voice. She turned to Sirius and Harry. "You can make yourself at home while I start dinner. Relax a while, maybe," she suggested. She gave her husband a quick peck on the cheek before turning around, heading towards the kitchen. In a quick second she returned.

"Me rappelle quand c'est le temps pour moi prendre Harry et Sirius à l'aéroport, Antoine, fera vous pas s'il vous plaît?"

Antoine smiled. "Bien sûr, l'amour—" he paused. "Quand leur vol est?"

"Euh—" Ivayla bit her lip in thought. "Autour de cinq, je pense."

"Accord," Antoine replied.

"Merci." Sirius and Harry exchanged unknowing glances, having not a clue in the world what the two were talking about, only that it was something about them.

-

"So," Ivayla said conversationally as they finished their dinner. "How'd you end up all the way in Wisconsin without any money?" Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Ivayla herself. "I'm sorry," she apologized quickly. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm just too nosy for my own good."

"It's all right," Sirius said. "And, it's a bit complicated."

"No problem," Ivayla said, getting up to put the dishes in the sink.

"Ah, me permettre d'obtenir cela," Antoine said, getting up from his own chair and getting the dishes. Ivayla gave Antoine a grateful smile.

"Merci, Antoine." She settled back down in her chair. "We should be going soon," she said in English to Sirius and Harry.

"Presque cinq, aimer que j'ai dit," Antoine said with a grin.

"Merci, Antoine," Ivayla replied, with a bit of sarcasm to match her grin.

"De rien," Antoine replied from by the sink, plopping them into the soapy water lightly, as to not shatter them.

Ivayla glanced at her watch curiously. "Antoine, quelle heure est-il?"

"Presque cinq," Antoine responded.

"Ma montre se cassé," Ivayla cried out. Antoine looked at her softly.

"Vous le ferez, Ivayla. Vous devez aller maintenant, cependant, avant qu'ils manquent leur vol."

Ivayla nodded, getting up. "My watch's broken," she informed Sirius and Harry. "If we don't go now, you'll miss your flight."

-

"Thank you for dinner," Sirius said as he and Harry stood by the entrance to the plane. "It was great."

"It was no problem," Ivayla responded. "And, anytime your in Paris, you should come by."

Harry grinned. "We will."

"Au revoir."

-

"You should get some rest," Sirius said as he and Harry settled into some seats on the plane. "You look tired, and you probably have jet lag."

"You get some rest, too, then," Harry said. "Because it's not just me that has jet lag."

"I know," Sirius replied, and found that he had fallen asleep before Harry did.

-

A/N: Sorry, but I had a writers block in the middle of this chapter. I finished it, though!

And sorry again if I got any of the times wrong. I am not good at the different time zones. And I don't know what time it would be in England, maybe sometime at night?

Anyway…I'll post the next chapter soon. Oh, wait, and if you don't know what Ivayla and Antoine were saying (and if you want to, that is) let me know and I'll post their conversation on the next chapter.