Meeting his father had been surreal enough. Meeting his mother? Harry wasn't sure he was ready to deal with that. What he knew to both his parents before now was barely put together memories, stories from those who'd known them, and brief interactions with a Patronus and the Ressurection Stone. This was nothing like that. James had been flash and blood, and Harry was still not over that.
But opening the door that afternoon to see the face of his mother was something else. Harry stared a long moment, recognizing her immediately. Kid eyes. A warm smile. Something about her just screamed mom to him.
He wanted to hug her, but instead, he stared at her dumbfoundedly. "Hi...I..uh..." Can I help you? didn't feel right. Did she know? What had his father told her?