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Warning: Fluff, romance and some very tasteful intimacy.

Chapter 60 – A Little Mystery - A Little Romance

Although the historical lessons and parallels would remain with them and come to mind on many occasions in the future, Hal and Margaret informed the group that the remainder of their time in Paris would be focused less on the future and more on relaxing and the pursuit of more upbeat activities. Their plan was greeted with enthusiasm by the younger set and, over a more substantial lunch in a charming sidewalk café near Paul Bert Market, plans were made for activities over the remainder of the day and into the evening.

"Well, shopping, definitely," Kate said, earning a conspiratorial smile and nod from James' mother. "There are several shops along rue des Rosiers that looked interesting."

"Looking for anything special, Kate?" Lily asked, sipping her iced tea.

"For someone special, perhaps?" Sirius leaned over and kissed Kate's cheek, grinning rakishly at her as he sat back properly in his seat.

"Just browsing," Kate replied, patting Sirius' cheek. "Though I did think that I might look for a little something to give to my mother as a wedding gift."

"What a nice thought, dear," Margaret said. "Paul Bert Market has some lovely ornaments and quite a collection of Primitive art, if that's something your mother enjoys. Rosiers Market has some very reasonably priced glasswork that you might like."

"We're finished here, mates," James rolled his eyes. "We're in Muggle Paris – without a Quidditch shop in sight – with a bunch of women who want to shop. Any suggestions, Dad?"

Hal finished the remainder of his wine and looked solemnly at the young wizards before him. "Gentlemen, I'm going to share with you a philosophy that has gotten me through many a similar situation over the years: smile, keep the complaining and eye-rolling to a minimum and, of course, carry the bags!"

While Margaret, Kate and Lily laughed heartily, James' mother was quick to release them from courier duty, saying that Hal had so much experience; he could certainly handle the load on his own. "I think that a little independence is in order – as long as you don't stray too far away. After all, this is your trip, as well – and it shouldn't be spent following us around all day. Hal?"

James' father glanced around the table. "Well, as long as you stay together and don't lose yourselves, I can't see the harm in it. I highly doubt that Walburga Black is lurking about rue des Rosiers looking for Sirius, after all!"

Sirius grinned – at the comment and at the prospect of a little bit of freedom. "I can't imagine my mother willingly going anywhere near a Muggle neighborhood – even if I told her where to find me!"

Remus and James were looking at a tourist guide book that Remus had picked up earlier that morning from one of the book stalls. "It says here that if we continue up this street, we will come to the Rue de Rivoli where the Louvre museum is located."

"And this is interesting because…" Sirius leaned over Remus' shoulder to look at the book.

Remus swatted absently at his friend's head. "It has some very important paintings and sculptures, Sirius. And some beautiful gardens." At Sirius' muted groan, Remus said, "It's a nice walk - and a good way for us to stretch our legs."

Hal nodded. "If you boys want to head in that direction, I've no objection. Just keep your eyes open and let's plan to all meet back here in – what? – two hours?"

Everyone agreed and soon the little party scattered to pursue their own interests.

"Moony, I can't see the attraction of spending two hours yawning at paintings and sniffing flowers in some French Muggle garden," Sirius grumbled as the three young wizards set a brisk pace along rue de Rivoli. "There's got to be more exciting things to see than that, mate; this is Paris, after all!"

James nodded. "I've got to agree, Remus."

"I don't remember saying anything about actually going into the museum – although it wouldn't hurt either one of you to expose yourselves to a little bit of culture," Remus half-frowned at them.

"Well that hurt," Sirius said, clutching his chest and grinning at Remus. "Listen, Moony, I've spent my whole life with people who tried to shove 'culture' down my throat. They didn't get very far with it and I'm afraid you won't, either. Come on, boys; are we not scandalizingly handsome young wizards with all of Paris at our feet?"

"I don't even think 'scandalizingly' is a word," Remus said, smiling at his friend's enthusiasm – grammatically incorrect as it might have been.

"No? Well, it should be. It fits us! Now, listen; we've all brought a bit of money. Let's do something a little more exciting – without putting ourselves in excessive danger. Let's get on that underground tube thingy and go up to that big tower Ofelia told us stories about."

"The Eiffel Tower?" Remus clarified.

"Is that what she called it? It's big and you can go all the way up to the top. I remember Ofelia saying that you could practically see the entire city from up there."

James had his nose buried in the guide book again. "Pads, that's all the way over in the first quarter; we're in the 4th. Don't you think it's a little far to go? Dad seemed pretty determined that we stay a little closer to the rest of the group."

Sirius felt his irritation rise; he was chafing to do something memorable while here. He had his friends back, he was no longer tied to Grimmauld Place; a bit of harmless adventure to celebrate all that had finally turned around in his world didn't seem like an unreasonable request to make. But then he remembered: it was this sense of adventure – given free rein when caution should have ruled the day – that had caused so many problems for him in the past. The Potters had given him an enormous gift - acceptance, and had asked for so little in return: caution, thought before action. And Uncle Alphard; Sirius had promised him that he wouldn't take unnecessary chances. It was time to live up to those promises. Sirius turned to his friends. "Ok, then. Let's find something we can do that won't involve girly pursuits or take us too far from where we should be." He paused, taking in his friends' surprised looks. "But fair warning – it had better be good! I really wanted to go to the top of that tower!"

James looked up from the book and gave the other wizard a huge grin. "I think I might have just the thing, Pads. Come on!"

As it turned out, James was as good as his word. The three young wizards made their way along the rue de Rivoli, walking for several blocks before James stopped before a large building fronted by a huge courtyard. As he explained when asked, this was Place de la Hotel de Ville, the location of Paris' City Hall. Then, he took a disappointed Sirius by the shoulders and turned him around to see the tall building situated directly across the street.

"I could have gone shopping with the girls, Prongs," Sirius said.

"Shut it, you – and follow me." With that, the three friends went inside the building and took the lift to the top floor. Looking around, James spotted the door he was looking for and, pushing it open, he revealed a short staircase. "Coming?"

Remus and Sirius exchanged a shrug but, curious as to what their friend had in store for them, they followed him upward. When they walked through the door at the top of the staircase, Sirius was delighted to find that they were on the terrace rooftop of the department store. From this vantage point, they could see the roof of Hotel de Ville, its immediate surroundings and the Seine, far below, flowing calmly along. Sirius moved over to the low wall and braced his hands on top, leaning forward and scanning the scene below with interest.

"Not quite as high as the Eiffel Tower," James observed.

Sirius turned around, leaning back on his elbows. "It's high enough for now, Jamie. And closer than the Eiffel Tower, which is where we're supposed to be." He grinned at his friends then inclined his head toward a small table with four chairs tucked away in the far corner. "Let's sit for a bit."

Once they were situated on the somewhat rickety wooden folding chairs, Sirius leaned in toward his friends. "Jamie, do you think your parents would go along with us going off on our own tomorrow evening?"

"Dunno, Pads. What've you got in mind?"

"I want to take Kate out for dinner someplace a bit grander than Hogsmeade. It's the first chance I've had to do anything like this and she's done so much for me over the past – well, since I met her really, but especially over the past few months," Sirius explained. "I was actually thinking that I might take her to dinner in the hotel restaurant and then maybe to go the top of the Arch – just have some time alone."

"I think Mum and Dad were planning to have us all eat dinner together tonight; Dad's got some restaurant picked out – he's being a bit mysterious about it all. Dead annoying, really," James replied, shaking his head. "If we all stick together tonight, it might be easier for us to make a case for doing something up on our own tomorrow."

Both boys glanced over at Remus, well aware of the fact that fulfilling their own wish to spend time alone with their respective girlfriends would result in stranding their friend, who was not paired off with someone of his own. They were therefore somewhat surprised when said friend looked at them with a sly smile.

"If there's anything I can do to help you, you've only to ask," he said.

"Sick of us already, Moony?" Sirius asked, eyebrows raised.

"Not exactly."

"Got a bird stashed somewhere and neglect to tell your best mates?" James guessed, grinning evilly.

"Oh, yes – because that would have been so easy, wouldn't it?" Remus shook his head. "No, there's no woman in hiding."

"What, then?" James asked. "Why are you so anxious to be shod of us?"

"Well, I'm afraid that after your rather far-fetched guesswork, you'll think it's very dull," Remus said, faint color coming into his cheeks.

"Out with it, for the love of Merlin!" Sirius cuffed the young werewolf lightly on the back of his head.

"I thought that if everyone else was occupied, I might slip over to the Opera and -," he was cut off by the astonished cries of his friends.

"Oh, Moony – don't tell us you actually listen to that stuff," James sat back in his chair, face registering his shock.

"My father used to take me sometimes – when I was younger," Remus defended, lifting his chin and meeting his friends' gaze. "I'll have you know that it's actually very good – very powerful."

"It's screaming set to music," Sirius nodded, folding his arms across his chest. "Oh yes – I was dragged once, completely against my will, mind. Unless the Muggle version is different than the Wizard Opera, I'm telling you it's an experience I wouldn't repeat. And – it's not in English, either," this last said with an air of finality – as if the use of a foreign language was enough to prove him right.

Remus barely stifled a laugh at the expression on his friend's face. "There's no difference between Muggle and Wizard Opera," he stated. "At least insofar as the drama and singing are concerned. Wizard Opera tends to have more effects because they use magic during the performance."

"No doubt; that must be what keeps the audiences awake," James offered, snickering. "They must have a bloke with a wand off to one side of the stage. When he sees someone nodding off, he sends a little prodding hex his way. Wakes 'em right up!"

Even Remus was forced to laugh. "Listen, mates; poke fun all you want – but my appreciation for Opera – in any language – is going to make it much easier for you two to be alone with the girls, isn't it?"

Sirius and James sobered instantly. Remus was right.

"Ah," Remus smiled, rising. "Just realizing that it's not wise to look a gift werewolf in the mouth, are we?"

Surprised though they were at hearing Remus even remotely mention the wolf in jest, the two wizards hastened to agree. "Thanks, mate," James murmured, pushing his chair back in place beneath the worn table. Sirius mirrored his actions then slung his arm over Remus' shoulders. "Yeah, Moony – thanks."

The trio made their way down the short flight of stairs and into the lift for the return trip to the market to rejoin the others. As he punched the button for street level, Sirius looked up at his friend. "You're wrong about one thing, though, Moons."

"Really? And what's that?"

"Can't look you in the mouth. You're taller, after all."

The lift doors closed on Remus' amused eye roll.

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The group reconnected at the same café where they enjoyed lunch earlier in the afternoon. Hal was, true to predictions, weighed down with the bags and assorted bundles taken away from various shops by the ladies. He professed his undying gratitude to the three young wizards as they lifted bags away from him.

"They have absolutely no restraint," he commented, eyes twinkling in the direction of his wife. "Especially that one in yellow over there. Shameful, really!"

"Oh, you poor, long-suffering man," Margaret shook her head at her husband. "I'll strike you a bargain: we'll go back to the apartment now and you can get some much-needed rest before dinner. No more shopping today."

"And we won't even ask you to lift a finger to help us with dinner tonight, Mr. Potter," Lily said, patting his arm. "You leave everything to us."

"Ah, well, I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear. Dinner this evening is a bit of a surprise – from Mrs. Potter and me to you. Sort of an end-of-holiday treat, if you will. We've always done something similar with James and now we are delighted to be able to include all of you, as well," Hal's smile was genuinely warm as he looked over the group before him. "But I'll let you spoil me at breakfast tomorrow, if you insist! Come along, then!"

As they walked along toward the Metro stop, Lily leaned over to James. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

James shook his head. "Only that he's very excited about doing something special for all of us. We're all getting older and soon will be out on our own and all of that," he waved his hand around to illustrate his point.

"But, James; this trip alone is very special. We can't let your parents do so much for us. Doing something for you makes sense; you're their son, but we …," Lily protested, voice trailing off.

"But you are all very important to me and so to them, as well. Look, Lils; my parents probably would have loved a dozen kids, but that didn't happen for them. They're never happier than when you all are around. I sort of brought it up when I spoke with them before we left Hogwarts. He threatened to come through the Floo and thrash me with the evening edition of the Daily Prophet!" After waiting for Lily's giggles to subside, James continued, "They love you guys and Lily; I particularly want them to get to know you – which they also want to do. See? It works out all 'round." The redhead nodded, her cheeks stained with color, but she did not otherwise reply.

"Care to be my date for the evening, Ms. Morgan?" Sirius squeezed Kate's hand gently as they walked down the steps that led to the Metro station. The cool, dank air assailed their nostrils as they approached the turnstiles and Kate's face reflected her reaction. Sirius leaned back and looked at her. "I hope that's not your answer!"

Kate laughed. "Hardly." They slid through the turnstiles and approached the track before she answered. "I would love to be your date this evening, Mr. Black."

Sirius leaned down and kissed her cheek gently. "Thank you."

The silver, cylindrically shaped train glided to a stop and the doors placed at regular intervals along its body snapped open. It was as if a sea of humanity had been propelled forward on a single, giant rubber band as passengers poured from the train in an apparent race for the street above them. The small group of witches and wizards jumped away from the crowd, waiting until it thinned enough for them to board. Even so, few seats remained and the students insisted that James' parents settle into the two nearest them while they, stood and clung to the metal poles – and each other. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination and were soon walking up into the fresh air and sunshine. Once on the street, the group walked to the Arc and toward the portal that would take them back into the magical section of Paris. Hal stood in the midst of the group and quietly cast shrinking charms on the shopping bags to make the transition through the marble arch more fluid. Then, keeping watch, he coordinated the exit of each of the members before he, himself - with a final glance around him – walked into the archway and through to the other side.

"Ah, here we are," Hal said, smiling again. "I believe I was promised a rest before dinner. I think I'll take you up on that promise!"

"Shouldn't you tell them where we're going, Hal?" Margaret smiled fondly at her husband.

James' father pretended to give the matter some thought before shaking his head. "No; no, I don't believe I should," he said. "But I will say that you should wear something nice – Muggle dress is fine - and bring along a warm sweater or jacket."

"I'm not sure I brought anything like that with me," Lily mused, mentally reviewing the contents of her wardrobe.

"No matter, darling; you pick out what you'd like to wear and I'll transfigure something for you," Margaret said, putting her arm about the young woman's waist and steering her in the direction of the hotel. "You, too, Kate!"

"Is it very far to walk?" Sirius asked, attempting – quite obviously – to glean more information from the older wizard.

"If one was not used to walking, I would say that it might be considered far," Hal replied with a wink.

"I give up!" Sirius shook his head and took Kate's hand once again. As they crossed the street and approached the door to the hotel, they heard James' petulant voice from behind them,

"But I'm your son, for the love of Merlin! I might have thought you'd have told me!"

Sirius let out a bark-like laugh and held the door for Kate to go inside. "Nice try, Prongsie," he chortled quietly as his mate crossed in front of him a moment later.

"Shut it, you!"

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Sirius closed the bedroom door behind him and stepped into the common area. Seeing none of his friends about, he walked along the corridor into the living area, deciding to wait on the terrace for the others. After all the time his parents kept him confined in Grimmauld Place, Sirius would always choose to be in open, unenclosed spaces – outdoors if at all possible. The terrace fit the bill perfectly. As he approached the doors, Sirius stopped and a gentle smile crossed his handsome face.

Kate.

Sirius moved to ensure he could not be seen as he took in the sight of the young witch seated on the cushioned swing. She wore a sundress in a lovely shade of coral, the color complimenting the deep auburn of her hair and accentuating the light tan she had acquired during their time in Brighton. Her lovely eyes were calm as she looked out on the rooftops of the city stretched before them. And this beautiful creature loves me, Sirius thought to himself in wonder. I can't imagine what I've done to deserve it and I know that there are people who would say that we are far too young to know that this is real – but I don't care about any of it. This. Is. Real. And I'm going to make sure that nothing comes between us again. He took a step forward and quietly turned the brass handle, slipping onto the balcony. The quiet click of the latch behind him drew Kate's attention and Sirius' heart leapt at the soft curve of her smile and the warmth reflected in her eyes as she saw him. Kate patted the seat cushion next to her then returned her gaze toward the city.

"The Arc is so beautiful," she said. "Did you know that you can stand at the top and see the whole of the Champs Elysees?"

"You're beautiful," Sirius whispered, taking her hand in both of his. "And I don't want to look at anything but you."

Kate blushed and turned toward him. Leaning over, she placed a very soft kiss on his lips, not pulling away when she felt Sirius' hand cup her cheek as he increased the pressure of his lips on hers. When he pulled back, he kissed her cheek then her lips once more before sitting back and capturing her hand again. "I love you," he said.

"I love you back," came the response as Kate adjusted her position so she could lean against his side. "And you look very handsome as well."

Sirius looked down at the tan trousers and black dress shirt he'd chosen and smiled. "I bought this to irritate my parents," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "It's one of my favorite outfits."

Kate laughed. "Well, I'll admit that it's one of mine, but for decidedly different reasons." At his raised eyebrow and crooked grin, she continued. "You're one dead sexy wizard, Mr. Black."

Kate was surprised to see a bit of color come into Sirius' face as he replied. "Well, as long as you think so, then I guess that's alright."

Kate smiled. "I do; and do you know something else? I don't really care how many other witches think the same thing about you. Let them look and ogle all they like; I know you're mine!"

Sirius smiled. We really have come a long way. "I am yours. Completely. Totally. And you're mine. And no one is going to come between us."

"Kiss me," Kate turned her face up and Sirius searched her eyes for a moment before kissing her deeply. When they finally needed to breathe, Sirius pulled back, but only slightly. "Always," he whispered against her lips.

"Always."

"I'd tell you to get a room, but I know you've got one," James came out onto the terrace a few minutes later, followed by Lily and Remus. Kate had resettled on the swing, once again leaning against Sirius.

"We're just sitting here waiting for you lot," Kate said, rolling her eyes at Lily's knowing smile. The other young witch had chosen a strapless, apple green sundress which set off her eyes beautifully. James was wearing a pair of black dress slacks and a white shirt and, together, the couple looked very smart, indeed. Remus, who brought up the rear of the arriving friends, sported navy trousers and a lightweight cream jumper and turned the color of Lily's hair when Kate complimented him on his appearance.

"Face it, Moony," Sirius drawled. "You clean up very well!"

"Thank you," he managed. "But I think we all look rather good tonight."

"I agree," came a light voice from the doorway and the young people turned to see the Potters stepping out onto the terrace. They, too, had opted for Muggle attire: Hal wearing dress slacks, an open-necked shirt and a jacket while Margaret wore a lovely scarlet-colored summer dress with matching pumps and a lacy black shawl. She took a pale peach sweater from over her arm and handed it to Kate. "Here you are, darling; this will look lovely with that dress should you need to put something over your shoulders later on." Turning to Lily, she handed her a white jacket with green trim that matched her dress. "This should do nicely for you, dear." Suitably provided for, and the girls having thanked Margaret warmly for her transfiguration skills, the group turned toward Hal expectantly.

"Are we ready, then?" he asked, still disclosing nothing – but chuckling at the collective groan. "Come along, family; all will be revealed soon enough…."

Abandoning all attempts to guess their destination, the group walked along, chatting amongst themselves, enjoying the warm, early evening air. They went through the Arc connection into Muggle Paris and it wasn't long before they arrived at the Metro station. Given the early hour, there were few passengers and their ride was uneventful. This time, as they ascended to street level, they spared no more than a glance at their host, resigned to the fact that he would divulge his surprise in his own good time – and very probably only when they were standing in front of wherever he had chosen. They really hadn't long to wait as a short while later, Hal stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Here we are," he announced, gesturing behind him. The group looked up – and up, smiles splitting their faces - to find themselves standing directly in front of the Eiffel Tower. Remus leaned over and clapped Sirius on the back. Indeed, Sirius' smile was bigger than anyone's as he realized that he just might have the opportunity to do the very thing he had longed to do – and without breaking promises or rules.

"Shall we?" Hal held his arm out to shepherd them along. "We have reservations for the second floor restaurant. It's not quite the top of the Tower, but I think you'll find that it has a lovely view."

"Thank you," Sirius said, putting his hand on Hal's arm as he passed.

Hal patted the younger wizard's hand affectionately. "Don't thank me yet, son. Wait to see if you've had a good time before you do that!"

Sirius shook his head. "I don't have to wait." And with a smile, he took Kate's hand and followed Remus, James and Lily toward the foot of the Tower.

Behind them, Margaret reached up and cupped her husband's cheek, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth softly.

"What?" he asked, settling her hand in the crook of his arm and walking slowly with her toward the younger set.

"You look like a young boy at Christmas," she replied.

He chuckled. "That obvious, am I?"

"Mmm, well – to me, at any rate."

"We have been very lucky in our lives, Margaret and our good fortune should be shared. To be able to do something like this for these young people is a gift. We don't know how quickly we will all be called upon to fight to keep the darkness at bay. Just for tonight - while we can – let's let all of that go and simply focus on having a wonderful time. Don't you agree?" He smiled warmly.

Margaret kissed his cheek. "Absolutely. You're a wonderful man, Harold James Potter – and I love you very much."

"Hungry, everyone?" Hal called out as they approached the group and he pushed the button to summon the lift. At their unanimous confirmation, they waited for the occupants of the lift to depart before taking their place. When the lift doors next opened, all the chatter that had filled the small compartment came to an immediate halt.

Kate knew that if she lived to be one hundred years old, she would never forget the sight that greeted her as the doors slid silently apart. The restaurant was encased entirely in glass, the intricate lattice work of the Tower's structure framing individual windows from the outside. Paris lay before them, the late day sun bathing the ancient buildings and monuments in a fiery glow that extended to their party as they stepped into the richly appointed foyer of the restaurant.

"Monsieur Potter?" The maitre'd, resplendent in a crisp suit, smiled at the group and led them to a table on the far side of the room. From this vantage point, they could see the architecturally maligned Palais de Chaillot with its sculpted grounds and curved wings which seemed to embrace the shadow of the Tower. Beyond lay the Bois de Boulogne with its lakes, amusement park – complete with menagerie and, as was rumored, its bevy of prostitutes that strolled the walkways at night. In this light and to the young people gazing upon them for the first time, only the beauty of these Paris landmarks could be seen. Hal and Margaret watched them affectionately as they peered around each other to see all that the restaurant's outstanding view had to offer.

"Bonsoir; may I offer you something to drink?" A young waiter appeared at their table, addressing Hal.

With a cautious glance at his wife, Hal nodded. "Champagne all 'round, please. And water," he added. "Just in case."

Margaret raised an eyebrow. "Champagne?"

"What are we celebrating, Dad?" James asked, looking at his parents.

"Life," Hal replied. "It is a celebration of its own." When they all had their glasses in hand, Hal raised his. "Cheers!"

"Cheers," came the answering comment.

"One more," Sirius said before anyone could put down their glass. "The Potters – the best family a bloke could choose. Thank you for bringing us to Paris."

"The Potters," they replied, smiling as everyone drank once more.

"It is my pleasure. Now then," Hal said. "Is there anything in particular anyone doesn't like or can't eat?" When no one came forward with anything, he continued. "Then, if you prefer, I can order dinner for us all. I've eaten here before, you see."

The group readily agreed with the proposal and when the waiter returned, Hal placed their order then settled back with the others to enjoy the view and await the arrival of dinner.

Sirius moved a bit closer to Kate and put his arm around the back of her chair. "You can see for miles," he commented, again focused on the view.

"Wait until it gets a bit darker," Margaret advised. "The lights come on all over the city and it's just breathtaking from here."

The waiter arrived with their first course: lobster bisque which no one but the Potters had tasted before. Remus and Sirius picked up their spoons hesitantly while giving the creamy, pale orange mixture a very suspicious look.

"Mmm, this is delicious," Kate said. She glanced over at Sirius then nudged him with her elbow. "Give it a try. You'll like it."

"Together, then," Sirius murmured to Remus and the two wizards took cautious spoonfuls. Prepared to hate it, they were both pleasantly surprised.

"Not bad," Sirius offered, spooning a rather large piece of lobster claw into his mouth. "Who knew such ugly little blighters could taste so good?"

Hal coughed as the laugh he attempted to smother caused a bit of broth to slide down the wrong way. Once he'd recovered, he winked at Sirius. "I said almost the same thing the day Margaret served this to me for the first time."

Margaret smiled. "Yes, dear; as I recall, however, your choice of language was far worse than Sirius'."

The meal progressed through prime rib of beef au jus with garlic roasted potatoes and fresh baby asparagus, followed by a small salad and finishing with small portions of lemon sherbet – "To cleanse the palate," Margaret advised them.

They soon discovered what their palates were being cleansed for when the dessert cart arrived. Hal and Margaret ordered an assortment: Napoleons, chocolate éclairs, apple tarte tartin, Cherry Clafoutis and, of course, chocolate mousse – so that all could try a variety of the rich confections. With the desserts, the Potters ordered a pot of rich, strong coffee.

While the chocolate mousse received rave reviews, in the end, the group could not choose a favorite. As they savored their coffee, Lily declared herself very happy that she had chosen a dress as she couldn't imagine trying to button anything around her waist after such a feast.

"This has been a wonderful evening," she said to James' parents. "We really can't thank you enough for being so generous and kind to us."

Kate nodded. "You are very special people; 'thank you' doesn't seem to cover our gratitude, I'm afraid."

Remus put his hand on Margaret's arm. "We are very lucky; thank you so much."

Margaret's eyes grew bright and she dabbed the corners with her napkin. "If you children ruin my make-up, I'll have to think of some suitable punishment."

Everyone chuckled appreciatively. Hal settled the bill then stood. "The evening isn't over quite yet," he said. "Come with me."

Everyone rose and followed Hal to the lifts. They waited for approximately fifteen minutes then stepped onto the empty lift that arrived. The group chatted amongst themselves, paying no attention to their environment – until the lift stopped and the doors opened. It was obvious that they hadn't headed down to the exit, as the younger people had assumed they were doing. Instead, they stepped out – it seemed – onto the top of the world. The area where they stood was encircled in glass, as was the restaurant far below them. There were, perhaps, a dozen other people milling around, standing at the edge of the platform and leaning as far forward as the glass would allow.

"There's another floor, just above, that has no glass – only fencing. The staircase is just here," a uniformed man with excellent, though heavily accented English gestured to a doorway just beyond where they were standing.

"Shall we?" Sirius motioned for Kate to go first, but she shook her head.

"I'm really fine here," she said. "I like the glass between me and – well – the ground, I suppose."

"A bit nervous about heights, Kate?" Remus walked over to stand beside her.

"I never have been, but I'm feeling a little odd at the moment," she confessed. "You go on and have a look, though," Kate added to Sirius.

"I'll stay," Remus offered, smiling. When Kate took a breath to protest, he leaned down and said quietly, "We can feel a little odd together, then. I've always been a bit nervous about heights. Takes a lot of steeling for me to get on a broomstick, I can tell you!"

Kate returned his smile. "You intrepid folk go on up. Remus, I saw a gift shop down on the second level, near the restaurant. Care to explore a little closer to the ground?"

Sirius gave her a quick hug, checking again to make sure she was ok before dashing up the small staircase after James. "I won't be long," he called over his shoulder.

"Stay away from the edge," Kate called after his disappearing form.

Kate began to feel better as the lift descended and by the time they had arrived back on the second level, she was back to herself again. Remus accompanied her into the gift shop and they amused themselves by pointing out the more garish novelty items stacked in neat little rows along the shelves. Remus showed her a brightly colored button that proclaimed, "I climbed the Eiffel Tower" in French. Kate laughed. "Look for one that says, 'I turned green when I stood on top of the Eiffel Tower!' That's the one I'll buy!"

Finally, they settled on a few post cards that showed various views of and from the Tower and Kate found a coffee mug with the same view they enjoyed from their dinner table. Their timing was excellent as they had no sooner finished paying for their treasures than the rest of their party trooped in behind them, windblown but very happy to have completed their daring adventure. It had grown dark and the stars hung brightly in the midnight blue sky. With one final look, the group piled into the lift once again – this time pressing the button that would take them to the ground.

They walked at a leisurely pace to the Metro stop, James and Sirius regaling Remus and Kate with their experience on the very top of the tower. There was much laughter and warmth as the little group arrived back at the Arc and returned to Magical Paris. As they walked into the apartment, Sirius, Remus and James asked to speak privately with Hal, avoiding the girls' questioning gaze. Margaret shepherded the girls onto the terrace while Hal and the boys settled themselves in the study.

"What can I do for you?" Hal asked, gesturing for the three friends to sit on the sofa opposite his chair.

"Actually, you and Mum have really done a lot," James began, smiling over at his father. "Tonight was great."

"I don't really think you asked me in here to thank me again," Hal leaned forward, returning his son's smile.

"No, actually. Listen, Dad; we wondered if perhaps you and Mum might not agree to let us sort of go off on our own tomorrow afternoon and evening. You know – our last night in Paris and all that. It would give you and Mum a chance to have some time alone and …" James' voice trailed off as his face colored appreciably.

"…and you and Sirius would have some time alone with your young ladies," Hal finished, shrewdly – and with the barest flicker of a glance toward Remus. Despite Hal's discretion, however, Remus caught it.

"Mr. Potter, I know that you're probably wondering what I'd do with myself if James, Lily, Sirius and Kate went off on their own," Remus paused to give Hal the chance to correct him. When the older wizard remained silent, he continued, "To tell you the truth, I'm actually glad that they've suggested splitting up. I would very much like to attend the Opera tomorrow evening, if you agree to our plan; and really, can you see either of these two sitting through the performance with me?"

Hal looked over at James and Sirius and shook his head. "I can't imagine them making it through the overture," he commented, ignoring the snorts and false protests coming from their direction. "Would you object to company?"

Remus' eyes widened. "Not at all, sir."

"To tell you the truth, I met James' mother at the Opera – in London, of course. We're no experts in it, and we don't go very often, but every now and again we find the time to indulge our memories. If you didn't mind, it might be very nice to take in tomorrow evening's performance – if Margaret agrees, of course."

Remus smiled. "I'd like that; I just assumed that you would prefer to do something on your own, as well. Your holiday has been rather taken up with the bunch of us, after all."

Hal leaned over and patted Remus' arm warmly. "And we wouldn't have it any other way. You're all growing up and will soon be off on your own. These opportunities won't present themselves nearly as often as we'd like. We should take advantage of them while we may." He sat back in his seat and regarded the other two. "Now, as for your plans; you'll not go haring off through the streets of Paris getting into all sorts of mischief, will you?"

"Dad, can you really see Lily allowing me to 'hare off' anywhere?" James asked dryly.

"It's true, Mr. Potter; that woman has him on a very short lead," Sirius offered, ducking his friend's intended swat to his head. "But really, I want to take Kate to dinner here at the hotel and then, perhaps to Muggle Paris for a bit. I was planning to stay close by, not far from the Arc, actually."

"And I want to take Lils to that restaurant down the street that's attached to the cooking school," James said, frowning at Hal's laughter.

"Do you mean the Magical Culinary Arts Academy?" his father clarified, still chuckling.

"Yeah, that place," James said. "They say it's really classy and I want to show Lily that I can be … that she's …" he exhaled sharply. "That I don't just think about Quidditch all the time!"

"Well, then, I don't see anything wrong with either plan," Hal said. "As long as you both remember to be back here no later than midnight and that you don't stray more than a block or two beyond the Arc. Remus, I'll speak with Margaret tonight and we can talk again over breakfast, yes?" The young werewolf nodded and all four men rose to rejoin the ladies.

"Sirius, may I have a word?" Hal laid a hand on the younger wizard's shoulder. "We won't be long," he said to James and Remus, who had paused by the door. With a nod, the two friends left, closing the door behind them.

"What is it?" Sirius felt a moment of worry that perhaps Hal had changed his mind about allowing him a bit of freedom the following evening. He was putting a great deal of effort into not fidgeting as he waited for the older wizard to speak.

"You know that Dumbledore specifically asked for us to accompany you here due to the recent incident with your cousin – as well as your mother's profession of interest in making contact with you." At Sirius' nod, he continued, "We have not seen anything unusual since arriving and I have no expectation that will change. That said, however, when you have been outside of my company, you have either been with two friends – or with your uncle. There was little opportunity for someone to approach you successfully. Tomorrow, that will be a different matter. You are a very capable wizard, and you will be in the company of a very capable witch – one about whom you feel very deeply. I will not curtail your plans, but I'm going to ask that you maintain a heightened sense of awareness of your surroundings as you venture beyond the barrier between our world and the rest of the city. I also am going to let you borrow something that will give you a bit more protection should you find yourself in any difficulty. Please remind me tomorrow before we all scatter and I'll give it to you then. Are we agreed?"

Sirius nodded. "Thanks. I was afraid that maybe you'd changed your mind about tomorrow night."

Hal put his arm around the boy's shoulders and they walked together toward the door. "No, son; I have no intention of doing that. If I take away what means the most to you – your freedom – then they've already won, haven't they? And that they will never do!"

Sirius smiled and together, he and the man who had become more father to him than his own ever would, went out to join the rest of the group.

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The following morning, breakfast was eaten quite a bit later than usual. The group had stayed up chatting about the evening until quite late and no one was in a rush to rise as a result. Hal had spoken with Margaret and they were delighted to accompany Remus to the Opera that evening. Remus, for his part, was very happy to have someone with whom to share the evening and he planned to include a stop at the Opera House in his afternoon activities so that he could pick up their tickets.

James and Sirius put up with the curious stares from their respective girlfriends as they did not immediately comment on their own plans for the evening. When the boys helped clear the table then went off to shower and dress for the day, Kate and Lily agreed that if nothing was forthcoming before Remus and the Potters left to wander around the Magical section of the city, they would make their own plans and let the wizards fend for themselves.

"Honestly," Lily said, tucking her feet under her as she settled onto the living room sofa. "They've probably found some sort of French Quidditch museum and have planned to spend the day exploring the exhibits. Can't you just see them? 'Racing Brooms Through the Ages'."

Kate was forced to chuckle, despite the other girl's irritation. "Quidditch's Biggest Bludgers!"

Lily laughed out loud, warming to the game. "Blood on the Stick: Famous Beaters of France!"

"Don't forget the smallest exhibit, 'Girlfriends Who Love Quidditch'," came a male voice from the doorway and both girls jumped and turned around to find Sirius and James, arms folded across their chests, staring at them mockingly.

"Any other time they stomp around like a couple of Hippogriffs," Lily grumbled.

"Best be careful, ladies," Sirius said, walking toward them. "We won't be inviting you to socialize with us this evening…"

"Yeah," James nodded, strolling over to stand next to his friend. "You wouldn't want to be seen with wizards like that!"

"What are you on about, James?" Lily demanded, hands on her hips.

James linked his arm with hers and gently pulled her toward the door. "Come with me and I'll explain."

After they'd gone, Sirius pulled Kate into his arms. "I'm going to make this much less complicated. Have dinner with me tonight."

Kate wound her arms around his neck and smiled. "No Quidditch talk?"

"None."

"You'll have to try to control James, won't you?"

"James won't be there." Sirius waggled his eyebrows. "Just you and me."

"What about…?" Kate was cut off when Sirius leaned down and captured her lips in a soft kiss.

"Just you and me," he repeated. "We asked Mr. Potter if we could have the afternoon and evening off to sort of do what we wanted. He listened to our plans, gave us our curfew – which is midnight, by the way – and told us to be careful and not to stray too far."

Kate felt a small thrill at the prospect. "So, where are we having dinner?"

"The restaurant downstairs. I have a reservation for 7 pm."

"Awfully sure of yourself, weren't you?" Kate teased.

"Well, it's not like I didn't have a back-up plan," Sirius grinned. "If you'd turned me down, I had Babette waiting in the wings."

"Babette? And just who is Babette?" Kate played along.

"You don't know her," Sirius said, dropping his arms away from Kate's waist and taking a step back. "She lives with the concierge in the cottage out back."

Kate's good humor was beginning to fade just a bit. "Yet you've met her."

"Mmm," Sirius took another step backward in the direction of the door. "She comes to work with him sometimes – you know, when she's bored."

"Care to introduce me?"

"Well, since you've said yes, there's really no point, is there? Maybe I can arrange something before we leave tomorrow night," Sirius said. "Better run and make sure Jamie is ok with Evans. Want to go wandering around the magical shops in a little while? Good! Let's meet by the lift in twenty minutes."

Kate stood with her mouth slightly agape and her eyes wide as she listened to Sirius' babbling. When he disappeared, she shook her head. Babette, indeed!

Closer to thirty minutes later, Kate and Sirius stood in the lift, watching the floor numbers change as they moved closer to the ground level. As they passed through the lobby, the harassed voice of the concierge met their ears, "Babette! Tu devais rester à la maison cet après-midi! Je suis trop occupé pour vous divertir aujourd'hui! "

Sirius blushed and looked over at Kate. "What did he say?"

Kate replied, "Babette is here, apparently. She was supposed to stay at home this afternoon since he cannot possibly find the time to entertain her with all that he has to accomplish today." She stepped past Sirius and moved in the direction of the voice. "Here's your chance to introduce me; we can't pass up the opportunity, can we?"

"Babette! Non!"

The tap of toenails on the polished parquet flooring – and Kate's sudden ringing laughter - announced the arrival of Babette. Sirius grinned as she strolled up to him.

"Babette, shake hands with Kate Morgan. Kate, this is Babette – my back up plan." The well-behaved, cream colored standard poodle sat obediently and offered her paw to Kate to shake. After she had done so and patted the dog on her curly head, Kate straightened up and looked directly at Sirius. "My competition, eh?"

Sirius shook his head. "You have no competition; you know that."

Kate nodded and smiled at the concierge who had arrived to retrieve his wayward "girl". "Let's go exploring, shall we? Maybe we can find Babette a nice sparkly collar or some doggie biscuits as a consolation prize."

Sirius' bark-like laugh echoed in the lobby as the two walked out into the bright Paris sunshine.

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The excursion into Paris' magical district revealed shops with a variety and sophistication of merchandise that put the Hogsmeade vendors to shame. The Magical community had named their portion of the city "The Magical Quarter" and, indeed, it was. A shop boasting the sign, "Charisse: Robes Elégantes Pour la Sorcière Sophistiqués" drew Kate's eye and she tugged on Sirius' hand as she slipped into the shop.

"Maybe I'll find some elegant robes to wear to dinner tonight," Kate teased, moving over to a large circular rack with sample robes from which fitted garments would come. As she passed her hand over the rich textures, the feel of pure, spun silk made her pause; the color made her catch her breath. It was a gorgeous shade of spruce green, its blue undertones shimmering as the fabric was turned this way, then that.

"You're elegant enough without them," Sirius began, and then stopped, flushing when Kate raised her eyebrow at him – suddenly realizing what his comment had sounded like. "I mean – you don't need robes to be … you're – bloody hell; I'm going to sit over there. Come get me when you're ready to go."

Kate's giggle followed him to an elegant chair by the shop's front window where he settled in to wait.

"Mademoiselle, how may I help you?"

Kate turned to see a woman standing on the opposite side of the rack she was perusing. Tall and beautifully dressed in periwinkle blue robes, the woman had silver hair dressed in a simple chignon. Her face was unlined and her skin flawless; her eyes were arresting: gray in color, the irises outlined in a ring of black – and both of them were trained on Kate.

"Oh, I was just looking," Kate said, still holding the green silk.

"I am Charisse, the owner of this shop," she extended a beautifully manicured hand and smiled warmly. "And that color is perfection for you."

Kate shook hands with the woman and smiled. "It's beautiful, but …" Kate was interrupted by the tinkle of the shop's bell as the front door opened to admit another customer.

"Charisse? Ah, there you are," a woman's voice called out in an accent that identified her as being from the English upper class. "I decided to collect my order rather than take delivery of it. My husband has been called back to London unexpectedly and we will be leaving Paris this evening."

"Of course, Madame Malfoy; however, I am with another client at the moment, as you can see," Charisse glanced at the blonde then back at Kate, frowning as she saw how pale the young woman had become. The shop owner followed Kate's gaze to the handsome young man seated in front of the window – a boy whose face registered an expression of sincere shock, and who was currently trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

"No matter," Lucius' mother waved a bejeweled hand in Kate's direction. "I'm certain the little girl can wait while you see to my order." She then redirected her attention to the hair ornaments displayed on the front counter.

With the witch otherwise occupied, Charisse walked to the fitting area behind Kate and waved her wand at a tall, tri-sectioned screen which promptly rose a few inches from the ground and, at Charisse's direction, settled in front of Sirius' chair, successfully blocking him from view. With a small smile and a wink in Kate's direction, she murmured, "If you will excuse me, I shall be with you in a moment."

"It is unfortunate that you will be leaving Paris early, Madame," Charisse said as she retrieved the garments and held them out for examination.

Tiaa Malfoy brushed her hand over the rich materials and examined the workmanship and styling appraisingly. "Yes," she said finally. "These will do nicely. If you could wrap them for me; I believe my husband, Abraxas, has settled your bill, yes?"

"Oui, Madame."

The haughty blonde nodded once, then glanced around the shop – disappointment evident on her porcelain features. "Our rather abrupt departure has robbed me of an opportunity to discuss robes for the Holiday season. Naturally, you will retain my measurements in your records so that I may place that order with no additional need to return to Paris?"

"Of course, Madame; but surely you would wish to choose the fabrics and colors for these purchases?"

Tiaa shook her head. "Charisse, you and I both know that you are genius in this area; I would trust your judgment implicitly. If you have a concern or a question, I trust that you would be willing to travel to London to consult with me." It was not a question.

Charisse felt her irritation spike at the condescending manner of the English witch before her. After so many years in this trade, however, the woman had developed a knack for concealing her true feelings for customers such as this one. It was a skill that served her well. And, as Tiaa Malfoy had so accurately observed, Charisse Parlenasse was genius – an icon above all other designers in the Magical Paris fashion industry. She lifted her head and fixed a smile on her face.

"I do not see why I could not do so," she replied. "You have only to owl me and we shall discuss such a visit."

Tiaa nodded smugly. "The nature of my husband's business in London is closely guarded – for the protection of many of our friends. The women who move in this circle are as discerning as I where fashion is concerned. I can provide you with much business, Charisse, and will do so happily – under one condition: I must always have the best fabrics, the latest designs, and the most unique couture. I will be most displeased to accompany my husband to one of his business functions and find a similar garment on any of the other witches present. The robes I wear must be exclusive. Do I make myself clear?"

Charisse's eyes glittered like ice but her expression remained politely neutral. "Of course, Madame."

"Excellent." Tiaa gathered her packages and offered her hand to Charisse. "Thank you, my dear. I will be in contact with you." And she was gone – the tinkling of the bell hanging in the silence that lingered after the door had closed firmly behind her.

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"My apologies, Mademoiselle," Charisse came over to where Kate still stood. "That is a client of mine that … well; allow me to simply say that she does not like to be kept waiting. It is sometimes easier to simply acquiesce to her wishes." She glanced over at the screen. "But perhaps you already know this?"

Sirius stood and walked over to the proprietress. "I am acquainted with her family," he smiled wryly. "As you well know. Thank you for the diversion."

Charisse extended her hand, a warm smile on her face. "I am happy to have assisted you, Monsieur Black. How are you?"

"Well, thank you," Sirius looked over at Kate whose surprise was clearly registered on her face. "Katie, Charisse has been coming to Grimmauld Place to take care of my mother's robes since I was a small boy. Often, other women from my parents' circle would also be there – Malfoy's mother included. Charisse was always very kind to a rambunctious, very bored child who liked to play games with her magical tape measure and bolts of cloth. She managed to keep most of my antics away from my mother's sight."

"It was not an easy task, I assure you," Charisse said to Kate, "but it was one I was happy to attempt." The older woman turned back to Sirius. "Is your mother well?"

Sirius' smile slipped a bit. "I've no idea," he answered. "I haven't seen her in several months."

Charisse looked bemused. "You are not here in Paris with her, then? I just assumed…."

"You've seen her?" Sirius' face paled sharply and his voice was quiet.

"Oui, earlier this summer; she and your father came into the shop. They placed an order for her then came back a few days later to pick it up. I haven't seen them since and just assumed, seeing you today that they were traveling a bit before returning home." Charisse peered sharply at the young wizard.

Sirius' color returned a bit as he realized that his mother must have stopped in shortly after her release from the hospital. "No, I am not traveling with them; I'm here with friends."

"Ah, yes," the woman turned back to Kate. "The beautiful green silk; shall we fit it to you, Mademoiselle?"

With the mention of Walburga Black, Kate felt some of her enthusiasm slip, but glancing at Sirius, who was looking more like himself, she made up her mind. "Perhaps we could just see what it would look like; would that be possible?"

"Oui, Mademoiselle; anything is possible," Charisse smiled and led Kate to a large dressing room.

"I won't be long," Kate said to Sirius before the door closed.

"You take your time, Katie; we're in no hurry at all," Sirius smiled reassuringly and returned to his seat to wait. He looked out at the street, half expecting to see the Malfoys and half the Blacks strutting down the main thoroughfare, but – of course – he did not. She's firmly entrenched in that hell hole in London; you're here – with Kate and your friends. One Malfoy does not a panic make…well, not this particular Malfoy, anyway, he told himself firmly.

"What do you think?" Kate's soft voice floated over from the other side of the room and when Sirius turned to look at her, he swore he almost forgot how to breathe.

Charisse had outdone herself. The spruce green/blue silk had been fitted beautifully, hugging Kate's figure from bustline to waist then floating away from her body slightly to give an overall ethereal look to the young woman. The robes were strapless and the shimmer of the silk against her slightly tanned skin was, as Charisse had observed earlier – perfection. Sirius became aware of the fact that he was standing there, simply staring and he moved toward where the two women were standing.

"I didn't think you could look any more beautiful than you already do," he breathed, leaning down and kissing her cheek softly. "This is one time I don't mind being wrong."

Kate laughed, a bit self-consciously, but Charisse was having none of it. "He's right, my dear; you are truly enchanting."

"It seems so indulgent," Kate said, smoothing her hands over the slippery, cool skirt. "I don't know…"

Charisse smiled. "This silk was from our spring line and so it is marked down considerably. It is a very difficult color for some to wear and I regret to tell you that there was little interest in it during the season. I am happy that this is the case, because it was meant for you."

"My mother did deposit some money into my account so that I could do some shopping while we were here," Kate said. With another look at Sirius – and seeing the truth of what Charisse had said plainly on his face, Kate smiled and nodded. "Well, then; I'll take it."

"Excellent! If you change, I will have the robes hung in a protective covering and delivered to your hotel," Charisse offered and Kate gladly accepted.

It wasn't long before Sirius and Kate were back outside, strolling down the high street. "Are you going to wear your new robes this evening?" Sirius asked, tucking her hand in the crook of his elbow.

"Oh, I don't know; it seems a bit fancy to me for dinner at the hotel," she said.

"Maybe," he conceded. "But they look incredible on you."

Kate smiled. "Thank you."

They continued along until they came upon a small window in which numerous trinkets – earrings, necklaces and hair combs were displayed. "Care to go in?" Sirius asked.

"Oh, I think I've probably spoiled myself enough for one trip," Kate said.

"It's not going to hurt anyone to look, is it?" Sirius reasoned. When Kate could do no more than shake her head, he tugged her up the steps and inside the building – in behavior that mirrored hers when they had come upon Charisse's shop.

As they looked among the displays, Kate happened to notice a strand of small pearls. As the shopkeeper held them up against her throat, they turned an even creamier shade of off-white. "Thank you," Kate said quietly, shaking her head as the woman offered to wrap them up for her. As she moved to another counter to look at some abalone hair combs, Sirius motioned to the older woman to put them aside.

"Those would never hold your hair, Katie-girl; you've got too much of it," he said teasingly.

Kate gave him an amused look. "I would never have taken you for a hairdresser, Sirius."

"Mmm hmm; I've run my fingers through your hair enough to know, haven't I?" His lips were scant inches from her ear. Kate shivered and slipped past him to the door.

"Merci, Madam," she called to the shopkeeper, skipping lightly down the steps to the street.

Sirius turned and held an index finger up. "I'll be right back," he mouthed.

Sirius jumped down the short flight of steps and joined Kate on the sidewalk. They had just stopped in front of a glassware shop when Sirius paused, patting his pockets in an exaggerated fashion.

"What did you lose?" Kate watched him, barely suppressing a grin at his antics.

"My copy of the key to the apartment," he said, turning out his pockets and making a fair show of looking quite anxious about it all.

"Well, let's retrace your steps. When is the last time you remember having it?"

"Wait – I know! I think I had it in my hand when we were in that last shop. You go on in and see if they have something for your Mum and I'll just dash back and check," Sirius had already started back in the direction of the jewelers.

"Why on earth did you take it out of your pocket?" Kate asked, frowning.

"Oh, I don't know, Katie; I was probably nervous you'd buy those bloody combs and then make me come back here to exchange them when you realized I was right. It doesn't matter; I'll just go back. I won't be a minute." His voice rose in exasperation and Kate put her hands up.

"Ok, fine; I'll wait for you inside, then." With a bemused shake of the head, Kate disappeared into the glassware shop.

Sirius walked back into the jewelers, smiled at the woman and gestured toward the package which she had wrapped in pale yellow paper and tied with a white ribbon. "Thank you. I'll need to sign a draft for my vault at Gringott's. Will that be acceptable?"

The woman smiled. "It is common for our clients to do so, Monsieur; I'll get the papers."

As Sirius completed and signed the draft, the owner commented, "You've made a lovely choice in these pearls. They have magical properties, you know."

Sirius handed her the draft. "Magical properties?"

"Oh, yes. They will change to a lighter version of the color of a woman's robes," she said. "When in their pouch, they return to their neutral shade of white. They are becoming more difficult to find; your young lady is very lucky, indeed."

Sirius pocketed the small package and smiled. "Thank you, but I think I'm the lucky one. Good bye."

Sirius smiled as he made his way over to the shop where he'd left Kate. It took him a moment or two to locate her near the back of the shop. In her hand was a pair of hand blown clear glass candlesticks.

"Those are nice," he said, peering over her shoulder.

Kate jumped a bit, obviously lost in contemplation of the gift in her hand. "Mmm. I think Mum would like them. Did you find your key?"

"What? Oh, yes – right on the counter." He patted his pocket. "All set, then?"

Kate nodded and moved over to finalize her purchase. When they were back on the street once more, she glanced at her watch. "It's already half three; we should probably go back if we're going to get ready for a 7 o'clock reservation."

Sirius smiled. "It's going to take you three and a half hours to get ready?"

"No, but Lily and I share a bathroom, remember? And she is going out with James tonight, as well."

"True – and Merlin only knows that it takes James an age to get ready to go anywhere. It's that hair of his. You're right – let's head back."

Kate laughed and took his arm as they made their way back along the quaint streets to the hotel.

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Kate's words had proved prophetic. Lily was in a strop, trying to find something to wear for her dinner out with James. Finally, she settled on a black dress with a lovely green quartz pendant and earrings that had been James' birthday present to her that year. She brushed out her fiery auburn waves until her hair crackled with static. A light makeup and some cologne and she was ready.

"Where are you going?" Kate asked as she chose a pair of wide-legged black trousers and a white wrap blouse with a lower neckline than she usually wore.

"No idea. James is being all mysterious; says I'll find out when we get there." Lily looked at Kate appraisingly. "You look gorgeous. Sirius won't be able to eat; his mouth will be hanging open all evening!"

Kate shook her head at her friend. "You're daft…but thank you!"

"What are you doing with your hair?" Lily asked, hands on hips and head tilted to one side as she looked at her friend.

"Just brush it out, I suppose," came the answer as Kate sat at the small makeup table.

"You should wear it up. Here – hand me your brush and let me get my toiletry bag."

Fifteen minutes later, Kate was looking in the mirror at Lily's handiwork. She had styled Kate's hair in a simple French Twist, pulling wisps of wavy hair out of the pins to frame her face. "Lily, you're a genius!" Kate smiled at her friend. "I've never been able to wrestle it into one of these things!"

"Go on, put on your face; it's nearly seven and I have to get out there and meet James before he starts tugging at his hair!"

Kate took a scant ten minutes on her makeup and was soon walking behind Lily into the living room of the apartment. True to form, James and Sirius were standing together fidgeting; the Potters and Remus had just left for the opera.

"Are we ready, James?" Lily asked the young wizard, who grinned widely when he saw her.

"Lily; you look beautiful!"

"Thank you," she answered, taking his arm and walking with him to the door.

"Katie," Sirius whispered. "You're gorgeous."

"You don't mind the trousers?" she asked, watching his face for a reaction.

"Not on you," he said, leaning over to kiss her lips gently. Sirius glanced at her unadorned neckline. Perfect. "I have something for you." Sirius pulled out he wrapped package and handed it to her.

"What's this?" Kate asked, smoothing her finger over the satin ribbon. "You didn't have to give me anything."

"Open it and see what it is," he suggested. "And I think you've known me long enough to know that I rarely do what I have to do!"

Kate smiled and pulled at one end of the ribbon until it fell away from the package, then tore at the seam of the paper gently, revealing a blue velvet pouch. When she tipped the contents into her palm, her eyes widened. "Sirius," she said. "The pearls from the shop…you didn't lose your key at all, did you?"

"Nothing gets past you," he teased, thrilled at the expression on her face. "Here, let me help you put them on." Sirius stepped behind her and took the necklace from her fingers, fastening it securely around her neck. He leant forward and placed a small kiss on the back of her neck, delighting in the shiver his caress produced from her.

Kate turned to face him, her fingers brushing over the pearls that rested at her throat. "Thank you. They're perfect."

"They're magical," Sirius said and went on to explain what the shopkeeper had told her. Enchanted, Kate's first impulse was to go back inside her bedroom and change her blouse. As Sirius pointed out, however, it was almost 7 and they needed to leave.

"Grab your sweater," Sirius advised and Kate scooted back to the bedroom to do so. Returning to the living room moments later, she held up the peach colored sweater Margaret had transfigured the previous evening. "I almost hope I'll need this," she smiled, leaning up and kissing him once more. "Thank you; it's just so lovely."

"So are you. Ready?" he asked and when Kate nodded, Sirius led her through the front door and into the lift.

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For a Saturday evening, the restaurant was not crowded and the waiter assigned to their table explained that most patrons attend the theater or the opera early and have dinner much later in the evening. Sirius knew that James was taking Lily to hear a famous singer from London who had left a popular band to strike out on her own. The woman was a particular favorite of Lily's and Sirius smiled when he thought of how chuffed James had been when he'd been able to get tickets. James planned to take the young witch for a late supper after the concert.

"What are you smiling at?" Kate asked.

"Oh, just thinking about James and what he'd planned for the evening," he replied then shared those plans with Kate.

"Lily will be thrilled," Kate said, pausing as the waiter arrived with their dinner – a much more modest affair than the previous evening's meal. Tonight, the couple had ordered relatively simple meals: cheese soufflé with freshly baked dinner rolls and salad. Kate confided that she didn't want to have to worry about her new robes fitting once they returned to England.

"Would you have preferred to go with them to the concert? Sirius frowned slightly, thinking that perhaps the evening he'd planned would pale in comparison. He needn't have worried.

Kate smiled. "I'm ready for time alone with you; we've been half of a quartet since we landed in Brighton. Don't get me wrong – I love James and Lily – Remus and your parents, as well, come to that; I've just missed it being only the two of us."

"Good. I feel the same way."

"Do you know what Remus and your parents have planned after the opera?"

"Dinner," Sirius said, waggling his eyebrows. "There's a restaurant over in that area that's a particular favorite of James' parents."

"Looks like everyone's going to be home late this evening," Kate observed.

"Everyone except us," Sirius replied. "If that's all right with you."

Kate covered his hand with hers. "More than all right."

An hour later, they'd finished their meals and Sirius had taken Kate's arm as they left the restaurant. Instead of walking toward the lift, as she expected they would do, Sirius steered her toward the hotel door and out into the street.

"Where are we going? I thought you wanted an early night," Kate wondered as they walked along.

"Oh, we'll have an early night. I just want to show you something first," Sirius said mysteriously. "Come along."

He gave her no hints as to their destination and they soon found themselves standing at the Arc that would transport them into the Muggle side of the city. "After you," Sirius said, gesturing toward the white marble barrier. Kate stepped through and moments later, Sirius joined her.

"Where to?" she asked.

"Up," Sirius said simply.

"Up?"

"Up." Sirius pointed above them. "It's definitely not as high as the Eiffel Tower, but the view is supposed to be amazing. What do you say, Katie? Are you game?"

Kate looked at the Arc above them then back at Sirius and nodded. "I'll chance it."

Sirius grinned and grabbed her hand. They walked to the single lift built into the monument and, holding hands quietly, rode until the car came to a stop. "We walk the rest of the way," Sirius said. "It's not too bad – just four flights of stairs."

When they stepped out onto the top of the Arc, Kate was so taken with the view that she forgot any nerves she might have had. Sirius led her over to the front and there, in the twilight, they looked out over Paris, her twinkling lights resembling the stars overhead – just beginning to make their presence known in the midnight blue velvet sky. Kate leaned a bit forward to see below them but pulled back suddenly as she saw just how high above ground they were standing. She felt Sirius' arms go 'round her waist. "I won't let you fall," he whispered.

Kate turned in his arms and draped her own over his shoulders. "Oh, I fell long ago," she whispered back. "And I'm afraid you were the cause."

Sirius leaned down and kissed her tenderly. "I know how that feels." His eyes searched her face. "We've been through so much together, haven't we?"

Kate nodded and kissed him again. "And we're still here."

Sirius nodded. "Thank you," he said hoarsely. "You never gave up on me."

Kate shook her head. "I never will." She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him again, shivering as he deepened the kiss, loving the small moan that came from him when she returned his passion in full measure.

"Ready for that early evening?" Sirius asked a bit breathlessly when they broke apart.

"Yes, please," Kate said.

The walk back to the hotel seemed to take longer than they remembered but finally they were back in the apartment – and couldn't suppress a shared smile when they realized they were, indeed, alone. Sirius led Kate into the bedroom he shared with James; the sleeping arrangements had already been worked out between the Marauders.

Slowly, they undressed each other, pausing to place gentle kisses on an exposed shoulder – the base of a throat – the curve of a delicate collar bone. Finally, they were exposed to each other – physically and emotionally. Sirius reached for Kate and she was there, in his arms, returning his kisses with an intensity equal to his. They lay next to each other and Kate reached up to unclasp the pearls that still encircled her throat.

"No," Sirius whispered. "Leave them on – please?"

Kate nodded and brought her hands over to smooth his hair back from his face. "I love you", she murmured, leaning forward and kissing his mouth before moving lower, scattering kisses over his chest, the flat plane of his stomach, the light muscles of his abdomen. She dipped her tongue in the indentation of his navel, earning a low groan from Sirius. She smiled against his skin and placed a small kiss there before moving lower still. Kate caressed him gently, loving the responses that came from a touch here, a kiss – just there, the sweep of her tongue across the tip, all the while her hand stroked him slowly, and the fire within them both continued to build.

"Kate, come here," Sirius rasped and Kate looked up to see his beautiful eyes – brighter than usual – full of emotion and beckoning her upward. With a final kiss to the tender skin, she slid up his body until she was looking into his eyes. "I need you," he said simply and Kate smiled. "I need you," she kissed him deeply, exploring his mouth, allowing him to explore hers.

"Please," he whispered and, at her nod, gently wrapped his arms and legs around her and rolled until he lay over her, the bulk of his weight supported by his arms, his hands entwined in Kate's hair. He leaned down and caught her necklace in his mouth, then let it drop back against her skin. He kissed her throat, then her lips. "I love you," he whispered again then reached between them and was relieved that Kate was ready. Sirius positioned himself at her entrance and slid forward until he was completely sheathed within her. Swallowing her gasp of pleasure, he covered her mouth with his once again, their kisses increasing in intensity as they began to move against one another.

Kate wrapped her arms around Sirius' neck, her eyes locked on his. The fire burned hotter, the flames building in intensity until they wondered that they could still breathe – that the ability to do so had not been completely eclipsed. Kate felt the tension coil at her core as Sirius' thrusts quickened, every feeling multiplied by the look of wonder in his eyes as he watched her. "Mine," he breathed and Kate flew over the edge, hands moving upward, her fingers tunneling through his damp hair. Sirius moaned as he felt her clench around him. He continued to move as she began to come down and when she leaned up to kiss his lips, Sirius increased his pace and Kate began to climb with him once again. His movements became erratic but he fought desperately to hang on until she was ready, until she would fly with him. "Now," she said, pulling him down for another deep kiss and Sirius broke. Kate felt him pulse within her as he thrust deeply and held, then thrust again, breathing heavily and finally coming to rest with his head on her shoulder.

Kate stroked his back and kissed the top of his head until he finally rose up to look at her. "I love you, Katie; I love you more than anything else in my life."

Kate felt her eyes fill. "I love you; more than anything; always."

Sirius leaned down and kissed her eyes, taking the moisture away. When he lifted his head, he kissed her lips gently then carefully slid until he lay next to her, head propped up on his hand.

Kate smiled. "Sleepy?"

Sirius nodded, then put his head down on his pillow, still facing her – and yawned widely. He brought his gaze up to Kate's face and saw that her eyes were already closed. Sirius smiled and reached for the sheet at the foot of the bed to cover them. As he pulled the soft linen up to Kate's shoulder, her pearls caught his eye and he smiled. Magical, indeed, he thought as he gazed at them. The pearls had morphed to a dewy pink that matched the delicate flush that suffused Kate's skin. Sirius placed one more kiss to Kate's throat then carefully draped his arm across her waist. A moment later, he was asleep.