Babies, it turned out, needed a lot more equipment than initially thought but, with some patience and resourcefulness Minerva had gathered the necessities for a nursery.
McGonagall had thought about possibly just packing up and moving back into her home in Hogsmeade but the memories there made her reconsider. Besides, her lions needed her to be close to the dorms and it would be troublesome to floo into the school each day.
Her rooms were big and had plenty of space for a young boy like Harry to grow. She set up the necessities in the spare room across the hall: a changing table, a crib, and a few toys and such. Later she would maybe paint the walls and add a mobile, maybe a few more toys. She would have to contact Remus to find out what he liked.
For tonight though Harry would be kept close.
Walking up to the babe who had been quietly playing with a small stuffed animal on the couch, she leaned down to his level.
"Hello munchkin, how is Paws doing there." She asked softly.
Harry looked up distracted from his playing. He immediately reached up.
"Up!" he demanded.
Minerva looked on, "don't you want to keep playing?"
"Up!" He demanded again.
Picking him up she settled him on her hip.
"You know Harry, it's best to say please."
Harry laid his head on her shoulder whispering out a small 'kay'. He looked up at her.
"Mumma 'nd Dada come?" He asked with a hopeful look in his eye.
Choked, Minerva responded. "Unfortunately, baby, your mummy and daddy won't be back. They had to go away, but I'll take care of you."
But baby Harry didn't hear nor understand beyond her negative answer. And so, deprived of the comfort of having his parents, Harry cried and no matter what Minerva did he could not be consoled.
Yes, a Minerva had all the fixings for a baby nursery just across the hall, but for the first two months of Harry's stay with her he slept in her bed.