Thunder
"Daddy?"
"Yes sweetie?" Harry mumbled, reaching wearily over to the bedside table and fumbling as he perched them on his nose.
"I don't like the thunder," Lily whimpered.
"Come on, curl up between me and mummy." Harry hugged his daughter as she crawled under the covers. "We'll keep you safe."
"Harry? What's happening?" Hermione groaned, not opening her eyes.
"It's all good, darling, go back to sleep."