It had been a month since that wonderful, horrible night where Voldemort was vanquished but, Lily and James Potter lost their lives. Little Harry had stopped asking about his parents as often although sometimes he would go quiet and then starts a sniffle which would turn into a full blown cry if Minerva wasn't around.
Slowly, Minerva and Harry were getting to know one another. Harry was learning that while attentive, Minerva wasn't nearly as easy going as his Daddy when it comes to her animagus form (which had caused a meltdown in itself). Minerva was learning that baby Harry while quiet was quite the picky eater and that he was allergic to asparagus of all things (which had Madame Pomfrey seeing a new, frantic side of McGonagall).
Today was a good day. As things calmed from the day they enjoyed some music on the Wizarding Wireless Network and a story from Beedle and Bard. Well.. Minerva was enjoying the stories. Harry was only listening sometimes, the rest of the time was spent turning the pages prematurely and screeching.
"Look Harry! That's the oldest Peverell with his wand." Minerva explained while pointing to the small illustration.
"Mmmhm!" Harry screeched in excitement and turned the page.
"And there's Ignotus with the cloak." She said while pointing to another illustration.
"Aahha! Li' Dada!" He exclaimed
"Yes, I wonder if he got into as much trouble as another young man I knew with such a powerful artifact?" She pondered
Harry only got quiet before whispering, "Dada?"
She just looked over at him, "No, your Daddy can't make it. Here how about we get settled for bed, hum?"
Harry wasn't necessarily pleased with this answer but forgot about it soon enough when she handed him his bottle. Minerva had an easier time than most nights getting Harry ready for bed. She put him in a new diaper and his little sleep suit and then got dressed for bed herself. Soon they were settling down in her bed.
"Aun' Min'" Harry said sleepily as she laid him down.
"What is it, hun?" She asked
" Wher' Mooey an' Paafoo an' Woorm'?" Harry asked, hoping one of his favorite people were still around
"I don't know, baby."
This wasn't the first time Harry had asked for this mysterious trio and while she had idea, she wasn't completely sure who these people were. So she cuddled Harry close as he fell asleep and resolved to herself that she would contact Remus Lupin to maybe get some answers.