Al laughed out loud at the response. He remembered thinking the same thing at that age. Really, it wasn't all that long ago anyway. "You are right," he said, "It is a magic thing and people definitely will know you for all sorts of reasons, but..." He bit his lip. He decided not to lie (or omit), but finding a good way to say it was proving difficult. He guessed his mum had to at least explain some of the time wonkiness. He hoped anyway. "I know you for a different reason than a lot of the others." When he said it, he realized it was true. Plenty loved Harry, but Harry wasn't the Boy Who Lived to Al. He was his dad, his hero, and he would have been no matter what. That thought calmed Al, like he had a right to be squatting out there with Harry. Sometimes? Al forgot he had a right to talk to his family, whether they knew him or not. It was a byproduct of rejection, but Al didn't have time to worry about that with an eleven year old to concern himself with. "See, you may just be..." He poked Harry's shoulder gently. "Eleven, but one day you are going to grow up to be a pretty awesome dad. My awesome dad. Soooo, I kinda really like talking to you right now. Is that okay?"