"Your mother is loyal to a fault," Harry pointed out, affection in his voice as he mentioned Ginny, "even freaked out. I'm very happy she was here for you. I hate to think of you being in this place alone." He glanced at Albus ruefully. "Seventeen or not, I still wouldn't like it."
Slowly, Harry took a seat as he thought about the implications of it all. "Remus...I've always wanted you and James and Lily to get to know him like I had. He was...a good friend." It didn't come close to summing up his feelings for Remus but Harry didn't try for more...it was simply impossible. "And my...my mother, your grandmother." Distractedly, he ran a hand through his hair. "Even if this is temporary, and even if we have to lie to them about who we really are, I hope that you can meet them both. A minute would be enough." Visibly shaking off his nostalgia, he said, "We'd better let the others know, on the computer, sooner rather than later. Or else your mother is going to go mad.."