Who: Harry, Lily I, and Albus II Where: Lily and Albus' bungalow When: Thursday evening What: Three generations meeting Status/Rating: Incomplete/G
Harry had finished eating dinner at the pub, which definitely wasn't the best food he had ever eaten, but it was cheap, and he was living on a limited budget until his paycheck came in. The bloke at the bar had looked awfully familiar, but Harry couldn't quite put his finger on him yet. Alice though, Harry recognized right away. If only because his mate Neville looked so much like her.
Throughout dinner, he kept an eye on the talking diary thing. He saw when his son had written a message, and when his mum had responded to him. He took time out of eating to respond. Of course, when Albus wouldn't leave Ginny alone, he did get a bit peevish, and then felt a bit crazy at feeling peeved at a diary.
Brushing the crumbs off of his shirt, Harry paid Alice a little extra than he could actually afford, and left to make the trip to his son and mother's place of residence.
When Harry reached Bungalow #7, he took a deep breath and told himself that there was nothing to worry about. This was his mother, who expected him to be twenty-seven years younger, and his son, who expected him to be however-odd years older. He reached up to knock on the door, and be invited in to meet two very important people in his life.