A/N: I know I haven't updated anything recently, I'm so sorry! I've been extremely busy. Hopefully I'll update TLUD and 101WTSN in the next couple weeks. Sorry again! Have some AU parenting!Jily to tide you over and prevent any riots?

She froze in her tracks. "What was that, sweetie?" she asked her son, hoping she had misheard him.

Harry swallowed the bite of chicken he had just eaten. "I said," the boy repeated, spearing another piece of food with his fork, "did you and dad fall in love the first moment you met?"

Lily stayed still, trying to think of words to respond with. Lucky, James walked into the room at that moment.

"Dad?" the little boy asked, clearly given up on receiving an answer from his mother.

"What's up, Harry?" he said easily, swooping in to kiss Lily on the cheek and sat down in the chair next to his son. "Sirius wasn't just over insisting there's a streeler in your wardrobe again, was he?"

"No!" seven-year-old Harry giggled. "I was just asking Mummy- did you fall in love with each other when you first met?"

James blinked and looked to Lily for guidance. She shrugged a panicky shrug. No parent wants to tell their kid that for the first six years of knowing their spouse, they positively loathed each other.

Harry's father turned back to look at him. Harry looked between his parents with large, owlish green eyes and waited (a bit impatiently) for a response.

"Well," Lily interjected, fumbling for the right words, "we didn't know each other when we first met."

"So when did you get to know each other?"

"Seventh year." James responded. Harry frowned, trying to do the math. "Six years later," James supplied.

Harry looked at James and Lily in disbelief. "Sirius and Remus are always talking about all of your pranks that happened even before seventh year and Mummy's always involved in them."

Looking at Lily, James suppressed a smirk. "We... knew each other before seventh year. We just hadn't... gotten to know each other yet, you know?" he tried (and failed) to explain.

"What?"

Lily sighed. "Your father and I... weren't... on friendly terms, for the first few years at school."

Harry looked surprised. "So you never talked to him?"

"No! I mean, we talked, but not... civilly." Lily blundered. "Not friendly," she explained at Harry's questioning look.

"Were you mean to each other?"

"Sort of."

"Are you mean to each other now?"

"Never," Lily Potter insisted, clearing the kitchen table of their tiny house in Godric's Hollow. "Our school days are behind us. We're not like that anymore, sweetie."

Harry considered this. "How could you have not been friends with him?" he asked his mum curiously. "You get worried if you're away from him for more than an hour."

"He wasn't who he is now. He used to be a great man. Now he's a good one, too."

"Did you hate her, dad?" their son asked James worriedly.

"Never."

"Did you hate him?"

"Not for a second," Lily replied, encircling James with her arms and leaning against him."We're madly in love now, and that's all that matters." she insisted, smiling at her husband as he grinned back.

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. "Did you have enough love left to love me the first moment we met?"

"Of course!" James and Lily responded in unison, and that was enough for Harry.