"He's a natural at that, isn't he?" Enola whispered, motioning at Harry, cradling little Alison. Hermione could only nod. She had lost the power of coherent speech. "Alison was the first baby born to our little community here. Harry was insanely protective of her from the word "go'. But she used to tug at his scarves and shawls all the time. It was the cutest thing.