A/N: Here is the next installment. This is in response to the request of lariqueniasexiboricua90 who wants to see more of Harry's time in Spain, so here it is. Enjoy and review and leave more requests. :]

Warnings: Nothing except a bit of fluff

Meeting the Family

"Come in, Evan, come in," Mr. Catella said, motioning for Harry to precede him through the door. The Healer had brought Harry back to the town of Seville and to a relatively small villa just outside a village. He wasn't sure what Mr. Catella was going to do or if he could really trust the man, but he didn't sense anything bad or evil so he wasn't too worried. Glancing at Mr. Catella, Harry took a few steps into the three story house and looked around.

They were in a small corridor that joined a staircase. Almost immediately to the right was an open doorway that seemed to lead to a sitting room. Further down the hall was another open door and there was obviously a light on in the room. Across from that room was another with a closed door.

"Anyone home?"

Harry jumped slightly when Mr. Catella suddenly called out into the seemingly empty house.

"Cocina, mi amor(1)," he heard a female voice say from the room with the light on. The words had been said in Spanish and so he didn't understand what had been said.

"Tengo un invitado, querida(2)," Mr. Catella responded, motioning again for Harry to follow him as he headed down the hall.

"Quién es, Jack?"(3)

"Stay here," Mr. Catella said quietly, stopping Harry just outside the door. Harry gave a small nod. Mr. Catella disappeared into the room and Harry heard them talk but it was all in Spanish so he stopped listening, not knowing what they were saying. Soon he heard walking and Mr. Catella walked back into the hall with a woman following him.

She was definitely Spanish. You could see it in her features. She had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was taller than Harry and thin. She had high cheekbones and her eyes seemed to be endlessly smiling. She was very pretty.

"Hello, my dear," she said in a heavy Spanish accent.

Harry didn't say anything, his voice box remaining silent as he glanced at Mr. Catella as if asking for direction.

"It's all right, Evan," Mr. Catella said with a smile. "This is my wife, Caritina."

Hesitatingly, Harry's voice box spoke. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am."

"Oh, what a sweet young man but what has happened to cause this?" Caritina asked, gesturing to the voice box.

"I had an accident," Harry said vaguely.

"You have offered to help him, Jack?" Caritina said, looking at her husband with a knowing look.

"Of course, my dear," Jack said, grinning.

"Daddy!" a young voice cried out and Harry jumped again. Really, the final battle and everything had made him seriously jumpy. He looked up to see two young boys running down the stairs, the youngest jumping into Mr. Catella's arms.

"My boys," the Healer said, hoisting the young boy higher into his arms while running his hand through the other's hair. The young boys looked a lot like Mr. Catella. Caritina must have seen Harry's almost questioning gaze as she nudged her husband who turned back to him. "Oh, Evan. I apologize. These are our sons. This one," he bounced the boy in his arms, "is our youngest, Benji. He's seven. This one is Milo, he's twelve. Boys, this is Mr. Evan Prince."

"Hello, Mr. Evan," the boys said together and Harry couldn't help but smile at them.

"Just Evan, please, and it's nice to meet you both," Harry's voice box said and he saw the boys look at it in surprise.

"Evan, dear," Caritina said and Harry turned to her. "Do you have anywhere to stay?"

"No, ma'am, I don't but I'm sure I could go to a hotel or something," Harry shook his head.

"Nonsense, young man," Caritina said. "You will stay here while Jack takes care of you. I do not know what has happened to you nor will I ask, but you are in need of a place to stay and food."

"You don't have to, ma'am. I don't want to inconvenience you," Harry said.

"Not at all, my dear. It is settled. You are staying here," Caritina said with a very kind smile and Harry couldn't help but note that it was the first kind smile he had seen in quite some time. Harry returned it and thanked her. She smiled at him again and disappeared back into the room with Milo following her.

"Mr. Evan," Benji said from his father's arms and Harry looked at him.

"Yes?"

"Are you living here now?" the little boy asked.

Glancing at Mr. Catella who smiled, Harry nodded. "Yes, I suppose I am."

Benji just gave him a wide smile.

Translations

(1) = Kitchen, my love

(2) = I have a guest, dear

(3) = Who is it, Jack?

These translations may not be accurate. I do not know Spanish nor do I know anyone who speaks Spanish so I am relying on the Internet (honestly, we rely on the Internet so much when half the time it's wrong. That's says a lot about today's generation *rolls eyes*). Sorry for those who do know Spanish if I have butchered it. :P