Author's Note: It was difficult to write from a baby's perspective, so reviews are especially appreciated! (:
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Teddy Lupin
He woke up, stirring softly to the music that washed over him like a blanket. The source of the singing picked him up, rocking him gently.
He looked for the flash of pink hair or the scars lining the face, but couldn't see either. Confused, he began to whimper.
Shhh, shhh, it's okay, baby, don't cry. Your mummy and daddy will always love you. Be proud of them.
He looked up at the face, still searching for the familiar, comforting features. He started crying, and the voice's tears splashed onto his face, intermingling with his own.
Shh, baby, don't cry.