He would call her Suze, would give her all that she asked for, would teach her all that she wished to learn. Even if, with her chestnut waves and her baby blue eyes that resembled a doll, she had a hold on everyone's heart, he had always been the first she would turn to. When she saw an ice-cream truck, she would grab him by the legs and beg him for a rifle chocolate and strawberry. When she had difficulties solving her homework, she would run to his room to ask him for help. Their parents were never bothered that their youngest preferred their son more than everything else. They understood just how much Cyriel carved for attention and could see how their Suzanne was ready to fill the emptiness in their heart. Like a broken puzzle, they had found each other: two pieces fitting just perfectly together. But on the seventh birthday of their daughter, Charles and Paige were sorrowfully regretting their choice not to have put some distance between their two children. If they had asked Suzanne to stop bothering Cyriel every time she needed help, if they had asked Cyriel to stop accepting Suzanne in his bed, then maybe their son wouldn't be laying sick on his bed, half dead to the world.

"We have to do something." One day, Paige said when enter erring the library where Charles was skimming across pages.

"He's too young to be accepted to Beauxbatons, they only take them at fourteen." He put back a book to take another one: how to trace magic.

"Maybe I could ask Daniel. Daniel would accept."

"Daniel is away in China."

"Then Clotilde, she does nothing of her days!"

"She's over seventy-three, losses her wands almost every day, and can barely see." He turned around to face his face, arms crossed. "I am not putting the life of my son at risk by putting him there."

Paige, poor Paige would wake up every morning expecting to hear her daughter's laugh, had enough. Enough of the pessimism of her husband, enough of her depressed son. She could understand that it was not easy either for them but seeing nothing being done was too much. "Then, let's go back."

Charles frowned. "Go back?"

"To England. They take kids at eleven years old."

"What good will it do? Cyriel's state could even worsen, around other children."

"But they have Albus Dumbledore." Said Paige. "They have Albus Dumbledore and Alastor Moody and even Xenophilius! They could help, I'm sure of it."

"There's also the Dark Lord. I refuse."

"Then we will leave without you."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

Charles glared at his wife, his stubborn, beautiful wife, and sighted in defeat. He would never win a fight with her. Ever. The way she would look at him would simply make him lose all composure and he would submit, always. That was how it happened, ever since they met, on their eighteenth birthday.

"Do you honestly think it would help, moving back to London? Aren't you afraid Cyriel could relapse?"

"How could I not? But it is our only choice. Do you trust me?"

"I do but I'm terrified."

"You're not alone." Paige fell silent, her eyes looking down, conscious of the heavy stare of her husband, before she opened her mouth, slowly. "I need her."

And she burst in cries, without warning. The throb in her chest was too painful, the bulge in her throat was too difficult to swallow. She cried in the warm, strong, arms of her husband, refusing to calm down, to listen to his shushing. Living without her Suzanne was a thorn too painful to take care of, to get used to. Not seeing her baby doll every day in the arms of her smiling, beautiful son was an ache that would never disappear. In the large library of their house, Paige cried loudly while her husband sobbed quietly, ignorant that Cyriel was there, watching his parents break down.

He had listened to everything, having followed his mother to the library. His cheeks were soaked, his eyes were red, his shirt was wrinkled, his hair were unbrushed, but for once, he did not want to take care of those unhandsome features. Just having heard that they were leaving France was enough to make him freeze behind the door leading to the library. They were going back to England, back were the Dursley's lived and were the Potter's died. They were going back. He didn't say anything. Only soft tears fell down his puffed face as all the memories rushed back to his mind, the bad ones more than the good ones. The only reason why he didn't barge inside the library, shake his parents to reason, hide in the pantry and refusing to leave, was because of his Suze. His beautiful Size who had never got to celebrate her seventh birthday. If England would help find her alive, then so be it. He would accept leaving, for he wanted to reunite with her. He would agree to everything if it meant in the end, Suze would come back, healthy, and safe.

For his Suze, he would take back the name Harry Potter anytime.


From a magnificent manor made in the 18th century with stone wrapped in ivy and rooms as large as a Parisian appartement to this grotesque house with barely any place for stairs and even less to put three beds, one bathroom and a kitchen, Cyriel was pouting. The atrocious train ride had not been worth it at all. Not at all. France was prettier. France was bigger. France was France and England was everything that France was not.

He placed the teddy bear back by the mirror, turning around to examine Suze's room. When she would come back, she would want her blue sheets with ships sewed on it, and her trunk with all her toys scrambled in it. All that was missing was her princess dress that she would always hang by her door in France to see it when falling asleep. She had been wearing it when she disappeared… Shaking his head, Cyriel refused to think anymore. He would find her, and she would hang once more her dress by the door, asking if he could carry her up so that she was tall enough to do so. Soon, everything would go back to normal. He will make sure of it.

"It looks just like in Brittany."

He turned his head to the door, where his mother was leaning. She had a smile on her face as she stared at the room, her eyes shining with memories.

"How long will we be staying?"

She hesitated and he knew what she was going to say next wasn't going to please him. "Until you graduate."

He knew why. Hogwarts refused to let its children leave before their latest exam. That had been one of Charles strongest, unspoken argument. But at the same time, Suzanne could truly end up liking Scotland. She was the kind of girl who easily loved everything, no matter the circumstances. As long as she was with her brother, she would be happy. As long as they were together, she would keep smiling and laughing.

But Cyriel was afraid. Afraid that once he started living for so long here, he would be forbidden to leave. Afraid that the British wizards would start clinging to him, refusing to let him go back to France. Harry Potter would resurface, and Cyriel Leborgne would forever cease to exist. Afraid that he would become British and loose himself in this world.

Paige must have seen him loose control on his emotions, must have felt his magic go wild, because he was suddenly in the warm arms of his mother. His hands came to clang at her back, and he snuggled his face in her chest, absolutely terrified. He needed Suze, needed her more than he needed to breathe. He needed his little sister to live and to keep astray the memories. Without her, he had no idea where he was going. He was lost, like a blind child in a forest. Without her, he was breathless. What would it mean, going to this school? What would happen to him? He wanted, needed, to find Suze. To search for her. To make sure she was okay. But in this English school, which adult would let him go seeking? Which adult would say yes so that he could miss class? Going to England, he knew, it would not be easy for him to find her alone. In France, he had no school to attend to, no adult besides his parents to listen to.

"Do I need to go as Harry Potter?" His voice was muffled in his mother's chest, obscured by the tears that were threatening to spill.

Paige sighted, tightening her hold on her son. "If you want, I can ask the school to present you as Harry Potter but to call you by your name."

"Please, please..."

"I'll tell your father."

Suze was lucky, their parents always listened to him.