He didn't know what exactly kept him rooted to that spot, not moving when he heard her voice. Probably a bit of whatever kept him from ever running tail no matter how scared he got. And a lot of the fact, of after hearing her voice, that he just had to see her. There were no buts about it. He needed to meet her. So even as his hands began to perspire, Harry stayed rooted at the front of her door.
And when she opened the door? He didn't move. He just stood there and stared. He ... she was beautiful. She ... that was his mum. He knew that. He did. And he hadn't doubted it. However, talking to her on the PDA and meeting her in person were two completely different things. It took Harry while to process what she had said, and when she had, he gave her a sort of rueful smile, his eyes still trained on her. He didn't give into the temptation to hug her, not sure ... unsure how either of them would take it really.
It was difficult but he made it into the room without giving into it. "I hope ..." He cleared his throat. "Were you busy? I hope that I wasn't bothering you. I can come back another time if you were." Please say that you weren't, please say that you weren't busy.