[Albus smiles. He can't help himself. Even bewildered, his uncle is the same. Although there is a slight difference besides the age. He never remembered his uncle looking so ragged around the edges. Well, except when he was worried about his family. Still, he's used to his uncle looking cheerful most of the time. Not here, which was a damned shame.]

I am. Pretty easy to tell who my father is. Everyone says I look exactly as Dad did when he was growing up - except for the glasses and the scar, of course. There's more I could tell you, but maybe I shouldn't. Maybe we shouldn't even be talking. Scorpius thinks we should keep a low profile and he's right - he's always right. But... What the hell. You're you and if anyone can help us out you're up there at the top of the list.

[Albus is babbling now. He can't see how talking to his uncle could endanger them. He certainly wasn't Gellert Grindewald or any other flavor of dark wizard.]