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Regulus’ day had started off just as it had every day for the last two and a half years.
James had woken up first, he always did as Quidditch training started early in the morning and lasted till mid afternoon. So James would roll out of bed a good thirty minutes before Regulus would even begin thinking of such a thing (though his alarm clock was their two and a half year old toddler down the hall who instigated the start of Regulus’ day). And while James got ready, Regulus would nuzzle into his husband’s side of the bed for the extra warmth and attempt to go back to sleep, but without James beside him it was hardly possible most days.
They had made the decision when Harry was born that Regulus would stay home with him til he was old enough for the wizarding primary school Lily and Mary had founded. They had plenty of money from both James’ and Regulus’ inheritance, as well as the professional Quidditch salary James was bringing in.
The family of three neither needed or wanted for anything, and this was certainly something that Regulus knew they were rather grateful for. And it was even better to have the ability to stay home with Harry every day.
“I’ll be home later my love, and I think Remus is coming over later yeah? Since Sirius is going to the Pitch with me today.” James always spoke quietly to Regulus in the mornings as he finished preparing to leave and made his final stop to kiss Regulus goodbye.
“Mhm,” The younger found himself nodding as he shifted to peek up to his husband when the bed sank slightly as James sat on the edge of the mattress where he could see him perfectly. “Yeah but he’s not coming til noon.” Regulus confirmed, knowing Remus was always happy to come and visit with him and Harry, even if it was one of his few days off from the bookshop he opened last spring.
“Okay, well I should be back around two or three today I think. Maybe tonight we can all go to dinner? Can invite the others too, I think Caroline is feeling better so Lily and Mary should be able to make it out this time– it’s been a while.” One thing about James is he hated not seeing everyone for any extended period of time. And while it had only been a month since everyone else had all gotten together, for Caroline’s birthday last month actually- a month was far too long in the measure of time James had.
But Regulus nodded anyway, he wouldn’t mind seeing everyone, and Harry always did love being around Caroline; regardless of their nearly year and a half age gap. “Yeah, talk to Marlene at practice and I’ll handle the others.” James grinned at this, leaning down to press a kiss to Regulus’ lips, brief– the same way he did every morning but still oh so sweet.
“I’ll see you when I get home.” James spoke softly, placing one more kiss to Regulus’ lips before standing up. “I love you, give Harry a kiss for me.”
“I love you, be safe.”
“Always am.”
The same as every morning. James wakes up, gets ready, kisses Regulus goodbye and tells him he loves him.
Regulus stays in bed, accepts the kiss from his husband and tells him he loves him back and to be safe.
And every morning, James gives his signature James Potter smile and tells Regulus ‘always am’.
And Regulus’ morning continued as it always did.
Harry woke up a little over an hour after James left, soft shouts from his room alerting Regulus that their son had awoken.
“Papa?” Harry’s small voice echoed through the house, Regulus, who was now already up and ready for the day himself since like usual he couldn’t fall asleep after James had gone off to the Pitch.
Regulus made his way to Harry’s door, opening it to see the toddler sitting up on his new ‘big boy bed’ that they had upgraded to just two months prior and it thankfully went rather well considering how young Harry was, but he seemed to catch on rather quickly he didn’t need to do much more than call and one of his dad’s would be with him in moments.
“Bonjour Mon Amour,” Regulus smiled at the young boy, who grinned at his papa with bright green eyes and hair that was sticking up in several different directions the same as James’ would. Neither would let Regulus do anything to tame the mess atop their heads.
“Bonjour Papa,” Harry mumbled back, lifting one of his arms up, while his favourite stuffed animal was stuffed beneath his other, clinging tightly to his body as it usually was.
Regulus went to pick up Harry from his bed, despite the fact the young boy was more than capable of walking and usually had Regulus chasing him around most of the day. So when Harry wanted, Regulus had a rather difficult time saying no. Especially in moments like these where the first thing the young boy does is nuzzle his head into Regulus’ chest and cuddle against him.
Regulus stroked some of Harry’s hair down, though it hardly did any good as he rocked Harry back and forth in his arms slightly on instinct. “Avez-vous bien dormi?” Regulus hummed to the boy, as he began walking them out of Harry’s room and down the hallway to the kitchen. It was easier to have breakfast before changing him from his pyjamas.
Harry lifted his head, looking at Regulus and around to see where he was being taken to; as if it wasn’t his usual routine, before he let out a small hum in thought to his fathers question.
“Oui, j'ai regardé des films dans mon sommeil! Avec oncle Pads.” Harry cheered slightly in Regulus’ arms, bouncing slightly at the mere thought of his Uncle Pads. But it was rather adorable, especially as Harry referred to his dreams as ‘watching a film in his sleep’.
“Oh vraiment? Tellement cool Harry.” Regulus grinned, as he sat the young boy down on the counter for a moment. Harry stood up on the marbled surface but his arms reached out to wrap around Regulus’ neck, his small frame still pushed up against his fathers chest, giving Regulus’ a mouth full of hair till he turned his own head. “Que voudriez-vous pour le petit-déjeuner?”
“Pancakes!”
“Crêpes.” Regulus gave a small correction, though he knew it hardly mattered.
“Oui Papa, Crêpes!” Harry echoed his understanding, so Regulus moved the small boy off the counter and down to the ground so he could begin preparing the ingredients for pancakes for their breakfast- the muggle way. Once Effie had taught Regulus how to cook, well he grew rather fond of doing it all himself without the help of magic. Something small he could do for James every night when it was just the two of them, and now something for his family.
Harry’s little feet toddled away into the living room, sitting on the carpet with his stuffed frog and his favourite new addition to the wide assortment of toys he had, a bright red fire truck that Marlene had seen and insisted he had to have. And Regulus could vaguely hear Harry speaking as himself, and as his frog- switching between languages perhaps subconsciously.
James and Regulus had decided to raise Harry using one parent one language rather quickly. Regulus and Sirius being fluent in French made it rather easy, and Harry rarely ever stumbled over either language depending on the parent he was speaking with. Even James' parents, Monty and Effie spoke to Harry in Hindi quite a bit so he was picking up on a third language as well. While James kept English with the young boy, seeing as he wouldn’t call himself fluent in Hindi and didn’t want to confuse Harry. And thus far had worked just as they intended. Though there were certainly times Regulus would just use English when it was more fitting, in large crowds or if he was addressing something to both James and Harry– but overall he was pleased with Harry’s progress in French.
Regulus found himself mindlessly cooking his and Harry’s breakfast, glancing at the clock above the stove and seeing as it was only just a few minutes past eight in the morning, he didn’t rush. They didn’t have much to do that day, he would ask the others about dinner later in the day since not everyone was up with a toddler at this time, and he also knew Dorcas would just be getting in from her overnight shift at St.Mungos. And other than that, he and Harry had a rather uneventful day planned aside from Remus coming at noon.
Regulus found himself considering going to the Park or asking Pandora if Luna fancied a playdate, the young girl was only a few months younger than Harry and they got on rather well. There was also the option of the Weasley’s, Harry got along well with Ron–though he was rather nervous simply due to the sheer size of the family, and with their most recent addition, young Ginny- well Regulus counted that option off the table for today at least.
“Harry, viens ici s'il te plait!” Regulus called to the child as he finished cutting the last of the fruits he had added along to the crêpes so Harry at least had a bit of nutrition along with his breakfast.
“À venir!” Harry’s voice carried through the distance as the paddle of his small feet echoed across the floor as the young boy came running into the kitchen, immediately going to Regulus, who just motioned with his hand to the table for Harry to go and sit.
And as Harry climbed into his seat at the kitchen table, insisting he could do it himself ever since they transitioned him from the highchair to a booster at the actual table, Regulus brought the small boy’s plate with his cut into bite sized pieces of food on it.
“Merci papa!” Harry cheered happily as he immediately grabbed his fork (in a way that made Regulus cringe regardless of how many times he had seen it) and began eating messily. Regulus brings his own plate over next and sits across from his toddler and eats breakfast as well.
They eat and chat, Harry rambling nonsense about things he has done recently, or thought of doing (as if Regulus hadn’t spent nearly every single day with the child and knew this all always) but his father nodded along anyways.
Their day brushed by smoothly, finishing breakfast and getting things cleaned up before doing the same with getting Harry ready for the day before Regulus found himself back in their living room on the carpeted floor playing building blocks with Harry.
And it was quiet, just the subtle sounds of Harry moving around the carpet to grab certain blocks he wanted and proudly showing them to Regulus, who always met the enthusiasm his son showed. That was, until the floo network sounded.
Regulus looked to the clock above the mantle, it was only a quarter past eleven and Remus had said he wouldn’t be around until noon, though he supposed he could be early. That was until a rather frantic looking Sirius tumbled through.
“Sirius what are you–” Regulus glanced up to his brother from his spot on the ground, though was cut off by Harry. “Pads!” the young boy squealed, bouncing up from his spot and running to his uncle's side and immediately wrapping his small arms around Sirius’ leg.
But Sirius didn’t meet Harry with the same enthusiasm he usually did. Sirius was always the first to cut off any conversation he was in to give his full attention to his godson. And Regulus found his mind lagging behind his body as he stood up.
Sirius was here.
It’s a quarter past eleven and Sirius is here.
Why would Sirius be here?
What was Sirius doing today?
Sirius..
Sirius..
James.
“What happened?” Regulus hardly trusted his own voice as he met Sirius’ wide and frantic grey eyes. His brother hardly looked like he processed his words as Harry whined at Sirius’ feet only to be ignored. The young boy’s head tilted in misunderstanding.
“Sirius,”
“They were doing a scrimmage for practice. And–and– fuck–” Sirius’ words all flowed together, and Regulus felt as if he couldn’t breathe, the room felt smaller and as if he was being suffocated.
“Sirius, where is my husband?” Though it was a question, it was more so demanded. Regulus’ voice is shockingly clear, loud, and commanding.
“St.Mungos.” The hospital name fell from his lips quickly, swiftly.
Regulus was making his way to the floo before his mind even realised, until Sirius’ arm reached out and grabbed ahold of Regulus before he could.
“Let go of me.” The younger sibling felt himself pulling out of his brother's tightening grip with steady eyes but Sirius’ grip only tightened.
“He’s alive Reggie, he’s just unconscious and–”
“I don’t care Sirius let go of me! He’s my husband and I’ll be damned if he wakes up and I’m not there!” Regulus felt as though that was obvious. He needed to be with James, he needed to be. Now. He needed to see for himself that James was alright, to know he was alright. Otherwise it was just words given to him, and he couldn’t take it just being words. Regulus needed James.
“Da?” It was Harry’s small voice that seemed to remind Regulus he couldn’t just go. Both Black brothers find themselves looking down to the small boy who had migrated closer to Regulus rather than Sirius in the mere moments it had been.
Oh Gods.
“Harry, come here.” Regulus shakily leaned down, pulling his arm out of Sirius’ grip to open his arms for his son to scurry into.
“Papa? Où est Da?” Harry’s voice was curious, but not in its usual childlike way. Regulus knew that Harry had picked up on the fact something was wrong. And he had no idea how to answer the small boy.
“Oh Harry.” Regulus breathed out, just pulling him closer into his arms and breathing in a deep breath as Harry seemed to understand his fathers uncertainty of how to answer and sank himself deeper into Regulus’ arms.
“He can’t go to the hospital, Reggie.” Sirius swallowed thickly at his words as he met his brother's eyes. A silent understanding passing between them.
James was in no condition for Harry to see. James was hurt. James was hurt enough that his two year old son couldn’t see him. James. James. Why is Regulus still here again?
“I know that Sirius. Fuck–” Regulus snapped unintentionally but the tone caused Harry to whine in his arms. “Who’s with him? You didn’t leave him alone did you?”
“No, Merlin no. Marlene is up there now. She was calling Dorcas to get her to come back in when I left to come get you. But he’s unconscious still–”
“What am I supposed to do right now? I need to go.” Regulus’ eyes flickered down to Harry as if Sirius needed the reminder of their current situation, but at the mention of Regulus needing to go- he felt Harry’s small grip tighten on his shirt.
“I could pop home and get Remus? I’m sure he could take Harry?” Sirius suggested, but they both knew Remus could and would take Harry, but would have no idea how to truly keep him calm now. Remus would be worried sick as soon as he heard the news and while Harry’s favourite uncle, wasn’t exactly trained in the art of hiding emotions from a two year old.
“No no.” Regulus shook his head, a moment of silence passing between them. “Can you take him to Effie and Monty?” Regulus rushed the words out the second the idea sparked in his mind.
“Effie and Monty? Wouldn’t they want to come to the hospital as well?” But Regulus was already shaking his head as he shifted Harry in preparation to hand him over to Sirius.
“They can prioritise Harry right now. I’ll go and get him as soon as I can figure something out. But you know he won’t go to just anyone and they can keep him distracted long enough for me to get there and find out what the hell is going on with my husband and not have to worry about Harry.” Regulus knew it was perhaps not the perfect option, but he knew his in-laws would understand Regulus’ position right now and keep an eye on Harry better than any one of their friends could right now.
“Yeah yeah okay.” Sirius wasn’t going to waste time arguing with his brother, which Regulus was thankful for and opened his arms up to take Harry.
“Non!” The young boy screamed as the second Sirius’ hands touched him and clung closer to Regulus.
“Harry please,” Regulus’ mind had ditched any efforts of speaking to the boy in French, despite the fact he knew Harry was expecting him too. He needed to be sure Harry understood him clearly, and without any room for question. “Uncle Pads is gonna take you to Nan’s while I go see Da okay? And I’ll come get you very soon, I need you to be a big boy for me and go with uncle Pads though.” Regulus spoke calmly but quickly as he ran a hand over the back of Harry’s head- still trying to loosen the boy's grip on him.
“Da! Want Da!” Harry was clearly crying now, even if he was shielding his face in Regulus’ shoulder. It was obvious to the brothers that Harry had picked up on the fact something was wrong with James, enough to warrant his other fathers attention.
“Harry, I have to go okay. You’re going to Nan and Pops until I come get you later.” Regulus hated telling Harry he had to go somewhere, he usually let him make that call– never wanting Harry to feel uncomfortable. But Regulus knew he would be fine with Effie and Monty.
Sirius seemed to understand just how long this was going to take, and took the initiative to place his hands between Regulus’s on his Godson and take Harry from Regulus. Which the brother was thankful for, helping him gently move Harry further into Sirius’ grip rather than his own.
“No Papa!” Harry’s eyes were tear stained, green eyes shining brightly as he thrashed around once Sirius had a stable hold on him.
“I’m sorry mon amour, I have to go.” Regulus hated seeing Harry like this, but he needed to go- he had to go. “Je t'aime Harry. Je viendrai te chercher bientôt promis.”
“He’ll be fine Reg don’t worry, I got him– I’ll be at the hospital as soon as I drop him at Effie and Monty’s. Go.” Sirius seemed to know Regulus was having a hard time stepping away from Harry who remained a sobbing and incoherent mess.
“Go,” Sirius encouraged lightly, though Regulus could have been just as worried as he was.
“Thank you, Thank you. I’m sorry– oh I’m sorry.” Regulus’ fumbled through his words as he slipped the first pair of his shoes on that he saw and was stepping through the floo with a handful of floo powder and calling out St.Mungos. The sound of his sobbing toddler being hushed by his brother fading away as he came through the floo network at St.Mungos.
Regulus wasted no time, rushing to the nearest receptionist desk, ignoring the crowd of people in the waiting rooms. “James Potter? Where is he?” Regulus didn’t care for formalities as he usually would, the words spilling from his lips all rushed together. The woman working the reception looked slightly startled before regaining her composure.
“Relation to the patient?” Oh for fucks sake.
“I’m his husband, where is he?” Regulus tapped his hand frantically on the marbled countertop, the witch looking rather unconvinced as she took in Regulus’ dishevelled appearance. “Yes hello, me. I’m his husband. Regulus Black-Potter. Where the fuck is James Potter or so help me–” Regulus felt his fuse lit to its end as the words began spilling fom his lips.
“Regulus?” His head shot to the side, seeing Marlene just a few feet away.
“Thank fuck.” Regulus breathed out, pushing off of the reception desk as he quickly made the short distance to Marlene. Taking in the blonde's appearance, still in her quidditch gear from practice, her hair sticking in a whirlwind of different directions from her ponytail. But that wasn’t what stuck with Regulus, no. It was the blood staining her Chudley Cannons practice uniform and gloves.
“Marlene tell me that isn’t his blood all over you.” Regulus knew it was useless, who else would it be from? And from the slight quiver in the girls lip- Regulus felt himself breath in a breath that felt like a branding iron burning down his throat.
“What did Sirius tell you?” Marlene, in her defence, didn't tell him either way whose blood it was as she began walking, Regulus following alongside as she clearly knew where James was and he was quite frankly willing to follow anyone with the slightest promise to seeing him again.
“Nothing. I had Harry– there wasn’t time. What the fuck happened?” Regulus couldn’t stop looking at the blood all over her. Why was there so much blood? James is a good flyer, his broom is up to date on maintenance, and the weather was clear. So what the fuck happened?
“I don’t–” Marlene paused in her wording, shaking her head as if ridding herself of a thought. “We were playing a scrimmage match with the Falcons. It was normal, like it always is.” She paused, a crease between her eyebrows as she recalled the events with distaste. “We all heard a crash, I looked over and he was just falling Reg. I don’t– a bludger hit him in the head apparently when he was going for a quaffle which ended up splitting his broom. And he just- he fell.” The end of her words were just simply breathed into the air. They sounded unbelievable.
James Potter doesn’t just fall.
“Where the fuck were the beaters? He’s a chaser, a bludger shouldn’t have had the chance to hit him.” Regulus forced out as they came to a stop in front of a room. And Regulus could tell from the amount of healers standing nearby this was where James was. And just from the vast amount of healers in the surrounding area, Regulus felt as if he was going to be sick any minute.
“The trainers casted charms to try and break the fall, but it all happened so fast.” Marlene knew she didn’t need to answer Regulus’ question, there was no reasonable explanation as to why a bludger could have hit a chaser, could have hit James.
But Regulus found whatever Marlene was saying didn’t quite matter as much as the sight before him.
The glass wall that separated James and Regulus right now gave the younger boy a perfect view of his husband. The amount of healers outside of his room seemed to have been from the influx when they first arrived. Now only a mediwitch remained, who appeared to be writing down something. Regulus hardly paid her any mind, his eyes having found James.
And he looked awful.
James’ usual brown skin was far too pale to be the same man who had kissed Regulus bye just hours before. His head was wrapped, though a deep red stain had already formed on the white bandaging. Blood. More than what was already coating Marlene. His leg was elevated, though not casted which Regulus could count as a win– at least the break was able to be fixed with a potion over the next day. He was still unconscious from what Regulus could tell. But he still just looked so different. Regulus secretly had just hoped he would pop up with a goofy grin shouting ‘You should have seen your face!’, but it never came.
“Mr.Potter?” Regulus had no idea how long he had stood there just staring from the other side of the glass til a Healer approached him.
“Black-Potter.” Regulus breathed out in correction, uselessly really, as he didn’t even bring his eyes away from James’ body. There was no reason for it, other than the fact it had become second nature to correct whoever didn’t refer to him as both.
“My apologies Mr.Black-Potter, would you like to go in now and see your husband while we discuss his condition?” The healer's voice was nice, calm- which was good right?
There was no need to panic. James would be fine. James had to be fine.
Regulus still felt like he couldn’t breathe, his eyes glued to the rise and fall of James’ chest. He was breathing- that could be enough for the both of them for now.
And he gave a sharp nod to the healer, following him into James room– though found himself flinching at the sound of the door closing. He knew Marlene was still standing on the other side, and Sirius should be arriving any minute now. But Regulus was James’ next of kin– he was who the information of his care had to be delivered too.
Regulus absentmindedly made his way to James’ side without even thinking about the fact he was moving towards him. Though his hand seemed to hoover for a moment over James’ lifeless one, scared to touch him and not feel the usual warmth that James produced.
“Now Mr.Black-Potter, I am Healer Davis, have you been made aware of exactly how your husband ended up here today?”
“Quidditch injury.”
“Yes, that is correct.” Healer Davis paused, causing Regulus to finally lift his eyes off of his husband as his hand settled over James’ own.
It was still warm.
“Your husband took quite a fall today, from the report I’d say a good ten to fifteen metre drop. As well as a blow to the head from a bludger and to the leg when his broom snapped.” Healer Davis met Regulus' eye, not faltering over his words. “We were able to administer a potion for his leg, which should healed up rather well by the end of the day. Though we would still recommend him taking it easy on moving around too much for at least the next week. That is if we are able to discharge him.”
If we are able to.
Regulus nodded, swallowing thickly at the information he was given thus far. “What else?” He knew there was more, something they were building up to acknowledging.
“With the bludger to the head, as well as the rather drastic fall. We have no way of knowing just how extensive the brain damage he may have is. There is, of course, always the chance there is none, from the diagnostic spells and scans we can tell he has no bleeding in the brain– it could very well only be a concussion. But there is no way to know until he wakes up. And due to the nature of his injury, and that uncertainty– there is no way we can currently give him any potion to keep him asleep while his body naturally begins the healing process. We need him to wake up, and soon.”
From the healer's tone, Regulus knew they didn’t believe it was only a concussion. Healer Davis only added that in for a comforting element, to attempt to lessen the weight of his words.
“He will wake up though, right?” Regulus truthfully wasn’t entirely sure he wanted an answer to this- in his mind James could just be sleeping.
He needed James to just be sleeping. James was– well James is his best friend. Sure he says it’s Evan or Barty, some days Pandora. But everyone knows it really is James.
They weren’t just married, and co-existing in pure comfort. They are raising a toddler together, and sneaking kisses over cooking dinner when Harry wasn’t looking, arguing over paint colours and who got to pick the record for the night. They couldn’t even properly sleep without the other (full moons had certainly proved this).
James has to wake up.
He has to wake up because they have a toddler at home who needs him.
He has to wake up because Sirius needs him, as well as Remus, Peter, Marlene, Lily, Mary, all of their friends really.
He has to wake up because his parents need him.
He has to wake up because Regulus needs him.
Regulus knows that there is no world in which he can do this alone, he needs James.
“His vitals are strong, we have no reason to believe he won’t wake up. And with no potions subduing him– it is only a matter of time now. We will be able to assess more when your husband wakes up.” Healer Davis stated rather convincingly. James will wake up, he has to.
Regulus nodded rapidly, soaking in the information though he sort of felt like everything was happening so quickly. His vision felt fuzzy and his head was pounding, but none of that compared to the dull ache in his stomach, feeling as if his heart had plummeted into it and was being ripped apart.
“Once he’s awake we’ll know more?” Regulus knew the answer, but he felt he needed confirmation. But the healer didn’t seem to mind as he nodded in confirmation again, “Once he’s awake we will know more Mr.Black-Potter, I assure you. Your husband is in the best possible care.”
Swallowing a thick breath Regulus felt himself nod again. “Okay, Okay.” His eyes falling back down to James.
Healer Davis excused himself, leaving Regulus alone with James– which Regulus was grateful for, even if he didn’t really acknowledge the healer past that. He knew it was rude, not speaking more with the staff that was caring for his husband. But he truly couldn’t bring himself to care that much right now.
“Oh you bloody idiot.” Regulus whispered as he sat down in a chair pulled up to James’ bedside. His voice cracked and truthfully just an echo of life in himself as his eyes took in every single detail of James’ face.
“You bloody fucking idiot James Potter, I’m going to kill you for this–” Regulus felt the tears gathering in his eyes as he tilted his head back in attempts to stop them. Not caring how ridiculous it was, talking to James like this. Talking to someone who couldn’t even hear him. “We have a baby at home James, we have Harry. Merlin you want–” Regulus paused, choking on a broken sob that forced its way out of his throat without warning.
“You’re never playing quidditch again, never.” Regulus brought James’ hand to his lips, kissing it softly as tears just fell silently from his eyes that he couldn’t tear away.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” A whisper was all it was, breathed into James’ hand that Regulus was holding onto like his lifeline. And he didn’t care how ridiculous it sounded, how unimaginable the statement was, how unreasonable.
Because his heart was being ripped apart, and the only thing Regulus knew could put it back together again was lying lifelessly in a hospital bed.
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Bonjour Mon Amour - Good Morning my love.
Bonjour Papa - Good Morning Papa
Avez-vous bien dormi - Did you sleep well?
Oui, j'ai regardé des films dans mon sommeil! Avec oncle Pads. - Yes, i watched films in my sleep! With uncle Pads!
Oh vraiment? Tellement cool Harry. - Oh really? Very cool Harry.
Que voudriez-vous pour le petit-déjeuner? - What would you like for breakfast?
Crêpes - Pancakes
Oui Papa, Crêpes! - Yes Papa, Pancakes!
Harry, viens ici s'il te plait! - Harry come here please!
À venir! - Coming!
Merci papa! - Thank you papa!
Papa? Où est Da? - Papa? Where is Da?
Non! - No!
Je t'aime Harry. Je viendrai te chercher bientôt promis. - I love you Harry. I'll pick you up soon I promise.