Leading his father inside the hotel room, Al waited until Harry was done speaking before replying. "The computer," he said, motioning to the small, cheap laptop that was nestled in the corner of the desk across the room. It had been given to him by a man he'd helped, who had informed it wasn't good for much beyond accessing the internet, but it would keep him in touch with his friends. He was just lucky the hotel offered complimentary wireless. "Never been so glad Uncle Dudley made me learn how to use one of those things during summer breaks," he added with a hint of a grin.
"I'm not sure about Snape. I know that, when Malfoy... Scorpius, that is... told him how grateful his dad was for something or other he'd done, Snape seemed a little surprised," he stated as he removed his outer jacket and flipped the lock of the door into place. Then his attention went to Harry. "He could've just been trying to get used to being here, though. It takes some time, that's for sure."
Then he sighed, his attention inadvertantly flickering to a small pile of books he had stacked up in the corner. With a heavy sigh, he looked back to his father. "There's something else," he said, voice barely above a whisper. With another sigh and a slight slump of his shoulders, he moved to where the books were and picked the first one up.
"You're famous here," he stated flatly, turning back to face his father. "And I don't mean famous like you are back home. I mean, you're some kind of... fictional icon." And with that, Albus handed over the book to his father. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, it very clearly read across the cover.