Chapter 2
His training went by at a snail's pace, he kept looking at the clock thinking ten minutes had passed and then realized it hadn't even been two minutes. He wouldn't admit it but he was excited, anxious, and nervous about meeting his father for the first time that he could remember.
When he finally finished it was six, he had one hour to get to Diagon ally, and he decided to walk home to kill some time than take the floo from there. He knew he would get bored walking home but he didn't want to seem too eager by showing up extra early, he was a grown man now.
When he arrived he glanced at the clock, six forty-five good I'm not too early. He grabbed a pinch of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace. "Diagon Ally" he shouted throwing it down. He arrived with a whoosh and stepped out of the store and out onto Diagon Ally.
I don't think I'm ready; he's been alive all these years. Should I be happy or angry? I don't want to react the wrong way. All this ran though his head as fast as a lightning bolt; he continued to think about it, stalling his arrival by meandering about the shop slowly heading toward the door. The closer to the door he got the more nervous he got.
He finally stepped through the door and in too the quiet café and looked around. It was a nice café with marble counter tops at the bar and a young waitress walking about checking on a couple sitting at a booth on his left with a back ground of smooth jazz emitting from the speakers on the ceiling. He scanned the tables and finally spotted him, his father sat at a far corner table with professor McGonagall, they were deep in conversation and hadn't noticed him walking in.
He walked over and cleared his throat "Am I interrupting anything?" He laughed to himself was this any way to greet his dad? He didn't know how to feel, I mean this was his dad, he was alive and he was right there in front of him.
His dad looked up startled and stared into his face. "Son, it's so good to see you" he stood up and embraced Harry. Harry hugged him back but it felt strange to be hugging this man whom he didn't know but knew who he said he was.