Crazy Muggle Lullabies
Or, Why Ronald Bilius Weasley Should Never Ever Drink Caffeinated Tea
Ron Weasley was in the kitchen, making a third cup of tea, when a rather alarming sound reached his ears. It was his wife's voice, singing. This in itself was not extraordinary; she sang to Rose almost every night in her untrained but tolerable alto voice, mostly old ballads telling classic Wizarding tales or Muggle songs from her childhood. No, what alarmed Ron was the song she was singing. These were the gruesome words, set to an eerie melody:
Rock-a-bye, baby, on the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
Setting down his mug of Earl Grey, Ron rushed into Rose's room, where Hermione sat by the child's bedside.
"What are you singing to our daughter? Is it Dark magic? Or one of your crazy Muggle death-stories, like, like Cindra—Cindella—you know…" he trailed off when he saw her expression, a mixture of amusement and bemusement.
"It's a lullaby, Ronald. Almost every Muggle child knows it by heart. Are you quite all right?" His face was rapidly growing even more livid than his hair.
"Well, watch what you put into Rosie's head, alright? Killing babies! Falling from trees! It's enough to keep any child up for weeks!"
"Nigh-nigh-Da," said Rose as Ron stormed out of the room.
"He must have been drinking caffeine again," Hermione muttered to herself, tucking her toddler in. "If I've told him once…"
A/N: Don't even ask where this came from. Just accept my insanity for what it is. And you have to admit—some of those lullabies ARE creepy. Seriously.