Author's Note:

Thanks for the review! I am not a parent. The next one will be longer. This is fun.

Chapter Three:

McGonagall don't think she had ever seen Ron so happy to see her. His eyes were blood-shot and looked like he hadn't slept in a week.

"Thank you for coming um, Minerva," he said. "Our parents are busy sitting the rest of my family and everything is crazy and she just won't sleep-"

"It's alright Ron, I'm here to help," she said as the sound of a screaming baby could be heard.

"I just don't know what to do," he said.

"I am sure you're doing fine," she said as she walked past shoes in strewn about the front hall.

Hermione rushed towards her.

"Thank you so much for coming," she said as she hugged her. "I think Ron and I might just find some place to sleep. I knew it would be exhausting but I just didn't—"

"It is quite alright dear," she said soothingly. "I more than happy to be here to help."

Hermione pulled away quickly and gave her a piece of parchment. "We'll only be gone four hours but here is everything I thought you should know about her like and dislikes."

"Just wait until she turns two," Ron joked. "She'll have three rolls by then."

"These are very important formative years Ron—"

"Then by ten she'll have a whole book thicker than The History of Hogwarts"

"It's Hogwarts: a History—"

"A suggestion from an experienced sitter for you two," McGonagall said sternly. "When you go out talk about everything but Rose. And don't worry about me and her. You're only a patronus away. I am also not sending hourly notes. Please try to have a good time."

"Yes Minerva," they both said like the school children they used to be.

She bid them farewell and scanned the contents of the note. She then went into Rose's tastefully decorated room. She picked up howling Rose and began to gently rock her. She still cried but it was less ear-piercing. McGonagall found a comfortable rocking chair and sat down with her.

"Let's see if you like some Scottish Lullabies," she said as she rocked her.

She started with "BBà, Bà, Mo Leanabh Beag" and continued through every soothing song she heard as a child and sung to her nephews. Then she repeated the pattern until she didn't notice whether Rose was crying or not.

She also didn't notice the look of shock on the faces of Ron and Hermione until she finished the end of the last set.

"I-I didn't know you could sing Professor, Minerva," Hermione stuttered as she stared in wonder at the sight of her sleeping child.

"I can't sing well Hermione but I know the music," she said without taking her eyes off little sleeping Rose.

Ron was even more shocked.

"Can you babysit her until she starts Hogwarts?"

"Very funny. I imagine the rest of your family will want a turn," she said.

"Then how about a recording?"