He didn't even hesitate to pull his shawl off. It was a reflexive action, as if the room were in command. Or maybe it was the little girl reaching up for a cuddle. Harry was utterly helpless against her. He crossed the room in three strides and scooped her into his arms. She was the cutest little thing. He'd never quite gotten used to that. Or how alive she was, despite her tininess. She squirmed and wriggled all over, moved every part of her little body at the same time. Harry couldn't ever wrap his head around her perpetual motion. It was mesmerising.