Harry noticed how Al hurried along, sometimes casting an anxious eye about, and correctly deduced that the darker it got, the more dangerous it got. He obligingly quickened his step, bracing himself against these new revelations.
It was when Al stopped and faced him that it got the worse of all. His son's words seemed drowned out by a roaring sound in Harry's head, a torrent of conflicting emotions over the possibilites still being refused by his brain. Severus, and his mother Lily. Together? Harry felt both apprehension and a little bit of pity. Did they even know the fates in store for them? He'd wished just as much for some kind of reconciliation with Snape as he'd dreamed of reuniting with his mother, but in reality, it was more complicated. As for Remus and Tonks, he was just excited at this second chance with them.
Voldemort. It only made Harry angry. His fear of the so-called 'Dark Lord' had faded even before the wizard was dead, and no ghost could frighten him now. No, Harry wouldn't hesitate in that path ever again. He'd make sure any incarnation of that evil madman was put down, again.
"What do they..how.." he started, trying to frame the words, then stopped, took a small breath, and centered his concentration. It was something he'd learned long ago betwist Ron's fearful proclamations and Hermione's incessent advice. "I'll have to see them," he finally said, quietly. "Do they...know what happened to them? And if it's 2005 here..." His mind worked for a moment. "Then this isn't just our past...it's another place altogether, isn't it..."