If Lily thought dying had thrown her for a loop, it wasn't much of anything compared to meeting her granddaughter. Bloody hell. The thought that her baby boy - who was barely old enough to be walking - had children of his own was a strange one, but it wasn't any stranger than bloody Helga Hufflepuff inviting them all round for tea, she supposed.
Still, meeting her child's child when she couldn't be more than a few years younger than herself was a bit- oh, she didn't even know the word for it. "You're.. my granbddaughter?" she asked, needing to make sure the conclusion she'd come to was the correct one, fantastic as it sounded. She knew it had to be possible, with Sirius here from the future and all.