Harry smiled as he hugged Albus tight. He was grateful that his mother didn't try to monopolize all his time right that second, which, to be honest, was what he wanted to do with Albus. He chose to step away like his mother had, however, and give his son, who was almost as old as himself, a little bit of space.
"Water is just fine. No need to do anything fancy for me." He followed the two into the bungalow. He was a little nervous about the questions he knew his mom wanted to ask him. Everyone apparently had told her to come to him to ask him what had happened.
Granted, he was grateful that everyone respected his privacy enough to not gossip about what had happened after his parents had died. It was sure it would be a bit of an emotional journey in dealing with the baggage the Dursley's had left him with. He had been able to accept that Voldemort was a bit of a bastard for all the things that had happened to Harry because of him, but the Dursleys. The only family member Harry was on speaking terms with was Dudley, and it was only a once or twice a year conversation between them.