Harry shook his head and smiled, he'd have to get used to an adult Alby, instead of a baby Alby. When his Mum opened her arms, he was hard pressed not to shy away. Even after years of being included in the Weasley family, who were the biggest bunch of Huggers Harry had ever met, he was still nervous about hugging relatively new people. But Harry grabbed his metaphorical Gryffindor balls, and went in to hug her.
He noticed happily, that Albus wasn't at all like himself in that aspect. He knew that so far, he gave Alby as many hugs as possible throughout the day.
"Hi, Mum." He said softly.
It was kind of heady, calling his mum Mum to her face. He had always called her Mum while looking at the pictures, but this was her, alive and whole, but several years younger than she should be.
Turning to Albus, he tilted his head a bit, "Do I still hug you?" He quirked a smile at his son.