"It's okay," Harry says warmly, his chest so full after meeting all the old friends and his mum. Even if this would be Draco Malfoy, he might as well hug the bastard.

But the smile on his lips dies when there's a name, and then further along, family connection and he's left just looking at Albus with wide eyes, so very surprised and kind of startled.

He... a dad?

"I'm... your dad?" he asks, then turns fully to Albus, a hand rubbing over his chin, eyes blinking, but a smile curving its way over his lips. "I have kids?" That's.... Amazing.

"Why are you apologising?" It's all jumbled and a little strange but oh the idea of being a dad is just making him happy, filling him with joy. A family of his own.

"Ginny's your mum, right?" There's a hint of a grin on his lips as he steps to Albus and tentatively reaches up to brush back a bit of that long hair. Yes. This boy looks exactly like him. Like his dad. Like a Potter.