Al had to resist the urge to sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, the slight headache he'd been feeling earlier returning with full force as his mind finally caught up with the rest of him. Of course he doesn't recognize you, you great prat. He thinks you're still a kid.
But, it was his dad, of that much Al was certain. It was just a matter of convincing Harry that it was true.
"No," he spoke quietly, finding it a little off-putting to be looking at such a younger version of his father (although not nearly as young as his mother, for which he was very grateful). "I'm not confused. It's me, Al."