But at that moment all he felt was shame. Had he woken her? Had his feeble attempt at rage control stolen sleep from the tiny infant? A thousand curses on him if it had. He hugged her by way of apology, rocked her gently and hoped she didn't hold his anger against him. She didn't seem to. Actually, she appeared to be purring. It was the most relaxing sound. And she smelled of talc. Harry always found that weirdly comforting.