Harry, my love, I love you so
Harry blinks his tired eyes open, being awoken by soothing murmurs in his ears and a soft rocking motion. Someone is holding him and telling him things, but his head is too cloudy to decipher it.
He doesn't want to wake up yet, all is warm and heavy, pressing on all sides of him, and it gives him immense amounts of comfort. He whines and is soflty hushed again, a higher and softer voice than the other one near his ear talking this time.
He just wants to go to sleep again, but someone is patting his back a bit too harshly and the rocking is a bit too strong for him to go back to his undisturbed slumber.
Annoyed and overwhelmed he starts bawling, eyes screwed shut and pathetic little whimpers leaving his mouth.
He wants to sleep!!!!
But before the sobbing can really start, there is a teat near his mouth and tipped just so for the fluid to enter his mouth. Shocked into temporary stillness he starts sucking at the baby bottle and realizes it's warm chocolate, made just the way he likes it!
Delighted, he kicks out his legs and earnest himself happy laughter near his head, which is held in a warm arm. Blinking strongly, he forces his eyes open but the world is blurry. A red blob is straight over him and a brown blob is sitting next to the red one, stroking over his bangs.
He shuffles away, or tries to, held as strongly as possible in red blobs arms. He is annoyed with both for waking him and frowns up at them, displeased and disrumbled.
All it earns him are coos of delight.
He keeps nuzzling the drink, warm inside and out, when the bottle empties and he gives a sharp cry of shock when all he gets out of the bottle is air.
That's not fair! He wants to keep drinking!
"Buh!" He cries, having spit out the teat in outrage. He is sat up in the red blobs lap and instead of getting a second serving, his head is placed over red blobs shoulder. He gets pat on his back, but he doesn't like being pet so strongly.
He screws his face up when spit drenched down his chin, but it's so quickly wiped away he doesn't even have time to complain.
Suddenly the red blob stands up and the motion rocks Harry way too violently for him to enjoy it. He is too high up and feels too lose in his arms. He cries again in shock, when another arm sneaks behind his head and push him into a warm shoulder.
And all is right again in the world, he thinks dreamily. He doesn't know why but the person holding him is all his comfort in one person. He loves this person so much, and the one walking in front of the red blob. He loves them, but he doesn't even remember their names.
It doesn't matter, he thinks, they answer to all names he calls them anyways. They'll always come running to him in his time of need, he knows wisely.
So when he is laid down on his stomach in front of a rug, he immediately reaches for a block, happy to entertain himself a little bit.
But he gets bored quickly and, spotting the brown blob near him on his right side, he calls
"Mah!" Loudly, and just like he predicted, she runs straight to him, grinning from ear to ear. (Not that he can see that, he isn't wearing his glasses).
("Yes, Harry baby? Mommy is right here, sweetheart." She says, still grinning down at the boy in her arms. She kisses all over his little face, grinning brightly. Ron is going to be so jealous Harry called her first using her right title!)
The boy knows nothing of those thoughts, happily sinking in her warm embrace. In her arms, nothing can happen to him.
And all is right in the world.