Tears. Harry wasn't expecting tears. He had no idea what to do with tears. Ginny didn't cry. Mrs. Weasley didn't cry in public. Harry himself was the most emotional person in the family, and even he rarely cried.
He was a bit surprised, when he knew he shouldn't be, at how much she looked like his wife. He was also surprised at the sudden ache in his chest. This was the first time he had truly met his mother, and he realized how much he had missed out on as a child. Sure, Mrs. Weasley was his Mum now (she had been very specific on when he could call her Mum though, as not to insult the memory of his own mother), but he had missed out on twelve years without parents. "Hi, Mum." He said, just as another man, nearly his own age, approached them.
Turning to look to see who this person was, Harry took a step back. Standing before him was a tall, thin, gangly version of himself. He could definitely see the Weasley in younger man, no matter how identical he was. "Merlin. You've grown." He said with a laugh.