"There's a lot of that going on," he said, smiling, before hugging her so tight that he lifted her off the ground a little, before realizing what he was doing and putting her down again. "I-" He ran his fingers through his hair, more as a nervous tick than an attempt to fix hair that would never stay in place.
"Not sure what to say either. Merlin, I've been hoping that you'd get since since Dad arrived and now- God, you're so beautiful," he said, feeling a sting in his eyes that he hadn't felt since he was a child. Harry had stopped crying long ago, never willing to give his aunt and uncle the satisfaction to see his pain, but this wasn't pain.
"I had a few pictures of you, but they didn't do you justice." He chuckled. "I see why everyone smiled when they talked to me about you. I probably have a million questions for you and a lot more assumptions that are probably wrong, but I should probably stop talking since I'm making an arse of myself."