Immediately, Teddy stopped crying. He sniffed once more and rested his head against his father’s shoulder, winding his sticky little fingers into Remus’s hair. Harry stopped crying, too, and listened to the song. So did Sirius. The crane heaved heavy steel bars, and jackhammers smashed against the ground, yet Teddy, Harry, and Sirius sat transfixed, breathing in the soft music and letting it wash over them in the bright summer sunshine. It was a sweet, lilting melody, and called to mind gentle hands and tender bedtime lullabies, something Sirius had never known himself, but had seen in movies and read about in books.