*Uncle George*

The high-pitched sound woke him up... again. It'd been a month and a half since the final battle and two weeks since Ron and Hermione came back home from the hospital with their brand new baby. In those two weeks, the baby had done nothing but cry. While most of the times the young couple placed a silencing charm in their room so the crying wouldn't bother anyone (especially at night), sometimes they forgot due to their tiredness. And that day, he thought, was one of those times. So he decided to get out of his room and take matters into his own hands. He downed the stairs to the living room and the scene in front of him shocked him: a very hysterical Hermione was rocking her crying baby back and forth in her arms without any good results. When she turned around to head upstairs, she noticed George looking at her.
"George, I... I'm so sorry if she woke you up. I... I thought going out of the room would be good for her but... she just... I'm so sorry!" She cried. George just walked to her. He could see that the young mother was exhausted and upset. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, she was wearing a long-sleeved, baggy shirt and a pair of jeans. Her skin was pale and she had bags under her eyes. It seemed like she hadn't had a proper rest in days.
"Where's everybody?" he managed to ask her between the baby's loud screeches.
"Your... Your mom is with Andromeda, your dad is at the Ministry, and Ginny and Harry went out on a date..." She explained.
"What about Ron?" He asked
"He... He went to the market. We ran out of diapers and neither of us is in a state of duplicating the last one that we have, so..." She sniffed. She looked at her crying daughter with tears in her eyes. She shook her head. George looked at the tiny crying bundle in Hermione's arms: her hair was Weasley red and bushy, and her eyes were big and brown. The perfect combination of them, he thought. Her chubby face was all red from crying so much. He reached out his arms to her and took the baby carefully from a reluctanct but very tired Hermione. He rocked her back and forth and the little girl slowly calmed down. Hermione, however, just burst out into more tears.
"I... I'm a terrible mother!" She cried.
"No, you're not." George said. Hermione nodded.
"I am. I can't calm down my own baby. How pathetic is that!" she exclaimed, brushing her tears with her hands.
"Hermione, she's a baby. It's all she does apart from eating, pooping and vomiting." he said, but she shook her head vigorously.
"She doesn't cry with anyone else but me. She... She hates me!" She cried. George wrapped one arm around her shoulders. She rested her head on his chest and cried.
"She doesn't hate you. She just... She feels that you are tired and upset and she doesn't like that. So she lets you know that with her crying. She surely is your daughter, Hermione, but she can't talk yet. So this is the only way she has to tell her mommy that she doesn't like to see her upset." He explained. Hermione sobbed and looked at him.
"You... You think so?" She asked, sobbing. George nodded.
"You're a good mom. You're just extremely tired." he said.
"I just... I never thought it was going to be this hard." she confessed. George just nodded.
"I... I barely had any sleep in... months." she added.
"Why don't you lay down for a little while, then? I'll watch her." He said. She hesitated.
"Are... Are you sure?" She asked looking at her daughter in George's arms. She looked so peaceful. George nodded again.
"You're exhausted, Hermione. You need some rest. Plus, it'll give me and the little one some time to get to know each other." He said. She nodded and hesitated for a minute, then she laid on the couch while George looked at his niece for the very first time. He couldn't deny it: she was a gorgeous baby.
"Hello, Belle! I'm your uncle George, your favourite one, of course." He said. The baby yawned and closed her eyes as they heard a pop! sound.
"I'm sorry I took so long, but..." Ron started as George made him a sign to lower his voice. Ron looked at him, confused. George made a sign with his head, pointing at Hermione. She was curled up in the sofa completely asleep.
"She's pretty exhausted, so I told her to get some rest. She fell asleep the second she touched that couch." George explained. Ron nodded.
"How did you... how did you get her to stop crying?" Ron asked, curious and surprised, as he looked at his daughter asleep in his brother's arms.
"Just took her from Hermione and held her." George explained. Ron sighed. George could see he was frustrated.
"You guys are doing fine, Ron. You'll get the hang of it. It's only been a month." He said later.
"Sometimes it's too much." Ron confessed.
"I know. But if anyone can do this is you... and Hermione. You two can do anything." George said. Ron smiled a little. "Go take your princess upstairs." He said later as Ron picked Hermione up carefully in his arms.
"She's not my princess." Ron retorted. "She's my queen." He added with a smile. George smiled as well.
"Go and get some sleep too, bro. You look dreadful." George said. Ron smiled and nodded.
"You take good care of my princess." He said, then he went upstairs to his room with the mother of his child. George smiled and looked at the baby in his arms, somehow feeling hopeful again.