Who: Harrycan & Lily Lunacan What: first meeting! When: Sunday after this Where: Sigma, Lily's room Warnings: TBD Status: Threaded; incomplete
It was incredible how this place, and also the way Harry felt about it, could change in mere moments. This morning he'd been exhausted, after navigating the emotional minefield of talking to the version of his dad that had married Petunia. But then, bam-- suddenly, there were new members of his future family showing up, and he'd forgotten all about being tired. Not that the situation was any better, exactly-- meeting new people was tiring, and he always felt a little guilty for being even slightly glad that anyone he cared about was here-- but he could not help feeling excited to meet his daughter.
It would be easier this time, he thought; he was prepared for the way it felt to meet a future child, the way they filled him with a mixture of curiosity and affection and a little bit of longing. The way, really, he started to feel like a dad even though he technically wasn't one; the way he felt protective of his son, and felt that he would do anything for him. The fact that they were older than him only dampened that feeling a little bit; or rather, he imagined it would be even stronger if they had shown up as children, the way Teddy and Victoire had.
But he had gotten very used to having Alby around, and felt like he was handling that alright, so hopefully the same would be true of Lily Luna. He headed over to her tower, vaguely wondering about what she looked like-- wondering whose hair or eyes she'd gotten-- and what a child of hers and Draco's son's might look like. That should have been a stranger idea for him, probably-- that his grandchild might also be Malfoy's grandchild-- but it actually made a few things that Albus had said make more sense, so it didn't take him entirely by surprise. Still, he took some amusement in imagining how much Darla's head was probably going to burst with the news that any version of herself had become in-laws with a version of Hannah. What Harry's own version of Malfoy would think, he'd no idea; he'd yet to actually talk to him.
Once he'd found her room, he didn't pause before knocking on the door as he'd done before knocking on Alby's the first time. He was getting a little more used to these situations, and a little less nervous about them, though he doubted the novelty of it would ever really wear off. If it did, well, perhaps then he should start worrying about his sanity.