Lily barely had a chance to process her son being an adult when Harry's own little boy approached. Oh, she adored Alby just from talking through the journals, but it was still difficult for her to see two men pretty much her age staring back at her. What had she missed? "Oh, baby," she breathed, "You look...well, just like I imagined. Only handsomer." Those tears spilled over freely then. "Oh, Harry," she exclaimed, turning back to him. "I am so sorry! I thought it was the right thing and I wanted you to be safe!" Percy might have had a point when he called Lily hysterical, but she was having quite the traumatic day. She stepped back, looking all around for something to wipe her face with. "My, where are the tissues in this place, huh?" She forced a chuckle, trying to sound less upset if only for Alby and Harry. Finally, she settled on an old hand-towel. "Ohhhh," she said again, drinking in the sight of "her" two grown men. "Come here, both you you, please?" She held her arms out. "I wish James was still here."