A/N: Responses:
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Jessica01: Sure, I'll put the translation down below. And, uh, luggage? They were kidnapped and held in a cell…what luggage?
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Again, I don't know the flight times, so I'm going to say about 5-6 hours for the plane ride? I'm not sure…so bear with me…and England is an hour behind Paris, aren't they? Well, sorry for the questions. I'll start the story now.
Chapter Seventeen
"All right," Sirius said as they got off the plane. They stood in the middle of the England airport. "Riley Augustine. Usually, they always find us—"
"So let's sit down and rest while this Riley Augustine tries to find us," Harry said, seating himself on a bench.
"We should help out a bit, too, you know," Sirius pointed out.
"How? We have no clue what they look like. We don't even know if it's a girl or not." Sirius sighed, sitting next to Harry on the bench. That was true, they hadn't a clue about anything about Riley Augustine. Just the name.
"What time is it?" Harry mumbled out through a yawn.
"Not sure," Sirius replied, his eyes wandering the airport. He had seen so many (to him, anyways) that he was getting a bit tired of airports and planes.
"Please say you're Harry and Sirius Black," a woman said, coming up in front of them with a desperate face. "I'm supposed to meet them here and take them to South Gloucestershire, but—"
"I'm Sirius Black," Sirius interrupted, stopping the girl from babbling on. "And this is Harry Potter." The girl, presumably Riley Augustine, looked utterly relieved.
"Good, then you're the two I'm looking for." She checked her watch. "I should call Isabella now and tell her that I found you. I don't know what time we'll stop at South Gloucestershire so I'm making a valid guess. Ivayla Maeve Dubois did tell you that I drop you off at South Gloucestershire and from there you'll meet Isabella Jessup, didn't she?"
"Yeah," Sirius replied. "She did."
"Well then," Riley said. "We should head out now before it gets too dark out."
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Riley Augustine didn't keep up an ongoing conversation, and all three were sometimes left with uncomfortable, awkward silences. Once or twice Harry, Sirius or Riley would speak up, but then they'd all fall back into that relapse of silence.
"So how old is Isabella's little one?" Sirius decided to ask, finding that the silence was nagging at him. It was just too awkward.
"Good," Riley replied, keeping her eyes on the road. "Smart little one for a three and a half months. Funny little girl, too, the way she flips around on the floor," she added, laughing. "Willow's a wonderful sister to Nevaeda. She's turned four in January."
"Wasn't Nevaeda born in January?" Sirius asked uncertainly.
"Yes," Riley replied. "Nevaeda's birthday's on the eighth of January when Willow's is on the eighteenth." She pulled into an empty space by the road, where another car was parked in front of them. "This is your stop here." Sirius helped Harry out of the car, and was greeted by Isabella.
"Harry!" She exclaimed, rushing over to Harry and checking him for any cuts or bruises with her eyes. "What happened to you? You're on crutches!"
"I just hurt my foot," Harry said, a little embarrassed. He never had anyone act so motherly towards him, except Mrs. Weasley.
"As soon as you have a rest I'm going to be taking you to a doctor and get him to look at it," Isabella said pausing. She looked Sirius over, almost suspiciously. "Sirius," she acknowledged briefly. Yep, definitely suspicious, Sirius realized.
"Isabella," Sirius said. Isabella turned her attention back to Harry, her eyes flicking on Sirius for an instant.
"You two better have an exceptional reason for going all the way to Wisconsin!" She exclaimed, leading them back towards her car. She pulled out her cell phone, shaking her head. "Did you go there for a shopping spree?" She flipped the phone over, dialing various numbers.
"Remus?" She said into the phone. "Huh? Yeah, I've got them. They're fine, at least—" She paused, glancing at Sirius. "—at least Sirius here is. Huh? Yeah, that's right. Harry's on crutches." She waited until Remus finished. "I don't know. Why don't you ask him once I drop them off? I don't know what you're talking about, but you'll just have to find out when I drop Sirius and Harry off. Yes, yes, they look fine," she sighed. "Stop asking questions and let me drive them home. Thank you." She flipped the phone back over, looking at Sirius and Harry.
"Remus Lupin was quite worried about you," she said to Harry. "I told him that I'd call him when you arrived in South Gloucestershire. So, get in. He's pretty anxious to see if you're all right."
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Remus sat by the phone, waiting for the phone call Isabella Jessup was suppose to give him.
"Hello?" He said into the receiver as the phone started to ring. "Yeah. Is Harry with you? Is he all right?" He waited impatiently until Isabella finished. "Sirius? He's there, too? What!" Remus exclaimed, wanting an explanation of why Harry was on crutches. "How? And how is Sirius possibly there? He fell behind the veil…I saw him…" By now, Remus was talking to himself and not to Isabella. "Well, are you sure they're okay? Fine. Fine, I'll stop asking questions." He hung up the receiver as Isabella emphasized, "Thank you." He leaned against the couch, letting his head fall back. Harry was in South Gloucestershire, and so was…Sirius?
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"Please tell me where you've been," Isabella said, keeping her eyes on the road. "I mean, why you were all the way in Wisconsin? I don't mean to be nosy, but when I went to visit you Remus Lupin said that Harry was kidnapped and Sirius was dead. How's that possible? By the looks of it, you aren't dead, and I don't know about the kidnapping thing."
Harry wished he could tell Isabella about what was really going on. She had been so kind and motherly towards him during the years, he had to bite his lip to keep from telling her the truth. "I wish I could tell you Mrs. O'Bri—Mrs. Jessup," Harry corrected himself. "It's hard to explain, it really is."
"Just tell me," Isabella said quietly. "Were you really kidnapped, Harry? And did Sirius really 'die'?" Sirius and Harry stayed quiet, in no rush to tell Isabella. She just sighed as she pulled into the driveway. "Here you are. I'll come by tomorrow and see how you all are doing."
"Isabella," Sirius said before he got out. "Why didn't you tell us that you had a brother, Charlie?"
"We're not really close," Isabella admitted. "Not as close as I'd like to be. He's more of a distant relative than a brother to me, really." Sirius nodded, knowing that that was all Isabella wanted to say. He helped Harry out of the car, even though his godson had the assistance of the crutches.
"Honey," Sirius called out as he and Harry came into the house, "we're home." Remus's head shot up from the couch, his eyes wide as he saw Sirius and Harry in the doorway.
"Thank god," he said as he got up from the couch and made his way towards Harry, giving him a light, fatherly hug. "You scared me half to death."
"Sorry," Harry apologized with a grin.
"Aren't I going to get a hug?" Sirius asked with a playful pout. "I was in Wisconsin, too!" Remus looked over Sirius carefully, suspiciously.
"It's all right," Harry said. "It's really him, Remus."
"Are you sure?" Remus asked. "We thought that the last time, and look what happened."
"I'm positive," Harry said.
"You're a hundred percent positive?"
"Absolutely."
"Two hundred percent positive?"
"Two hundred percent."
"Three hundred percent positive?"
"Remus!"
"Sorry," Remus apologized.
"No jokes," Sirius spoke up. "I'm really me." Remus sighed.
"We'll see. I'm not going to believe so easily this time," he said determinedly. Sirius sighed himself, in no mood to argue with Remus.
"Fine. I'm going to bed."
"Do you need help finding it?" Remus asked, eyebrows raised.
"No," Sirius replied. "I know where my own room is. Why wouldn't I?"
"Just seeing," Remus replied, still looking like he wasn't convinced that this was Sirius.
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A/N: Here's the chapter. I'll post the translation for the previous chapter down below:
Antoine: "Ivayla! Are those here the two you talked about, love?"
Ivayla: "Yes. Have a good day at work, Antoine?"
Antoine: "No. Too busy missing you."
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Ivayla: "Remind me when this it's time for me to take Harry and Sirius to the airport, Antoine, will you please?"
Antoine: "Of course, love. When is their flight?"
Ivayla: "Uh—around five, I think."
Antoine: "Okay."
Ivayla: "Thank you."
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Antoine: "Ah, let me get that." (Talking about the dishes.)
Ivayla: "Thank you, Antoine."
Antoine: "It's five, love!"
Ivayla (a bit sarcastically): "Thank you, Antoine." (since he forgot to tell her the time, and only remembered when she suggested they leave.)
Antoine: "You're welcome."
Ivayla (glancing at her watch with a confused expression): "Antoine, what time is it?"
Antoine: "Almost five, like I said."
Ivayla: "My watch's broken!"
Antoine: "You'll get there, Ivayla. You must go now, nevertheless, before they miss their flight."
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Ivayla: Goodbye. (saying to Harry and Sirius as they board the plane.)
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Well, there's the translation! Keep checking back for the next chapter, which I'll be writing as soon as I post this.