Hush Little Baby
Chapter 1:
The piercing wails cut into the hearts of everyone present. The poor thing was obviously scared out of his confused mind. The tiny boy clutched onto the too-big robes for dear life as he cried, almost like a security blanket.
Harry looked around, for any indication as to what he should do. However, everyone else seemed just as confused as he was. No one knew what to do. How did one handle a situation like this? Finally he sighed and moved forward to the little baby. He knelt down on a knee to get eye-to-eye with the little one.
"Hello there." He said softly to the child. He was rewarded when two big blue, tearful eyes looked into his green ones. The baby had stopped wailing and was now sniffing and crying softly, which turned out to be even harder to watch. "Hey it's okay." He used a hand to wipe away the tears.
The baby looked unsure, scared, confused. "Pa….pa?" He asked. It was the only conclusion he could draw, this nice man was his papa. The shrug from the man was enough to make him throw himself forward to clasp onto him. More crying followed.
Harry picked up the baby and rubbed his back gently, murmuring soft, soothing sounds into the tiny ears. He let the baby cry on his shoulder until finally the cries died down, caused by the coming of hiccups. He felt the baby getting heavy, possibly from exhaustion.
As if released from some sort of binding hex, the others there sprang into action. A couple ministry officials came forward, one of which was the current Minister, Rufus Scrimgeour. "Mr. Potter, if you will hand us the Dark Lord, we will deal with it from here."
Harry looked perplexed. "Deal with what?"
"Well, it is the Dark Lord and he has much to answer for." Scrimgeour answered.
"Let me get this straight, you wish to do to this baby," He began, emphasizing the word baby. "what shouldn't even be done to full grown adults?"
"Again, it is the Dark Lord. He may now be just a child but he has much to answer for. He is a…."
All at once he found himself at wand point of about fifty or more women, most of them mothers, even women death eaters. And with his luck, it was Mrs. Weasley in the lead.
"Don't finish that sentence Minister." She ordered. "To think that you would arrest a child!"
"Yeah, we don't care who he is, he's still just a baby!" exclaimed another mother.
The Minister seemed to shrink in on himself. "I'm sorry ladies, but one must do what one must. This baby must pay for his crimes. Aurors, arrest him."
But none of the red-robed aurors moved from their positions.
"I'm afraid we can't do that Minister." One told him.
"Yeah, our job description mentioned nothing about taking helpless babies to Azkaban." Two added.
"Did you all suddenly forget who your boss is?" Minister Scrimgeour asked, disgusted.
"No, we remember, but we also the one thing our pa's all taught us." Three replied.
"Never anger a multitude women, it may be the last thing you ever do." They all recited together.
Harry laughed at the overwhelmed looking Scrimgeour. He remembered how smugly he had acted the day of Dumbledore's funeral, like he'd expected. The man, even knowing how serious the situation was, still had tried to get Harry on his side, and it just hadn't worked.
The little Baby Voldemort finally was able to calm down enough to realize how tired he was. He leaned back in Harry's arms, rubbing his eyes and one of his ears.
"Oh, is someone sleepy?" Harry asked him. The boy nodded weakly and yawned. Then with a thumb in his mouth, he lay his small head on Harry's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.
A collective swoon overtook all the ladies present, most especially Hermione and Ginny.
Mrs. Weasley came over to Harry. "Maybe we should all leave now. He needs a proper bed. And a meal when he wakes up won't go missed, I'm sure."
AN: Another chapter. And isn't he just adorable.
Coming Soon: Harry chooses to be Baby Voldemort's caretaker and some shopping.