Pairings: Lily/James, background Harry/Ginny
Warnings: AU
Author's Note: Written for Livejournal's Lily/James Fest's Expecto Patronum Drabble Round 3 prompt (Lily and James' wedding invitation).


"Feeling those cold feet yet?"

Harry turns to James from where he stands next to the window overlooking the yard. Dressed in fine dressrobes, Harry looks so grown up, and it's hard to imagine that this is the same little boy he read bedtime stories to years ago. James' heart swells with pride.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Harry says, knowingly. "Nothing like a little chaos on a wedding day, eh?"

James clutches his heart. "You wound me, son."

"Mum's told me about your track record. Releasing twenty dozen toads into the church pews at your own wedding? It's a wonder you made it out with your bollocks intact."

James remembers that day fondly for so many reasons. Among his favorite memories, though, is the sight of Lily, swathed in white, trying to keep a straight, smiling face—and her temper in check— as she walked with him up the aisle, followed by a procession of toads. James thought it was the perfect end to the perfect ceremony with the perfect girl. Lily thought it was a monstrosity.

It's funny how, some twenty years later, they laugh about it. In fact, they had this morning, curled up on the sofa together with their tea.

"It was a narrow escape, I assure you," James explains, crossing the room and clapping Harry on the back as he glances out the window to see how the final touches on the tent decoration are coming along.

"You're not…trying any funny business today, right?" Harry asks, hesitantly. "Not that I don't appreciate your pranks, Dad, because I do. It's just…Ginny might kill me."

"Let me tell you something about the soon-to-be Missus Potter. Her Uncles Gideon and Fabian, God rest them, would be severely disappointed if I didn't do something."

"Dad! I'm telling Mum."

"Telling Mum what, dear?" Lily asks, joining them. "Oh Harry, your tie is a mess."

"Dad's planning a prank."

Lily begins to straighten Harry's tie before saying, "I know."

"You what? You're in on this?" Harry sputters.

"Perhaps." She grins mischievously. "Give me a kiss, now."

Harry begrudgingly does so, and James wonders if he knows how much damage control his mother did on the original prank idea. It's a shame, really, since he and Sirius had had the thing planned for weeks. He supposes the photo of little Harry and Ginny sharing a bath, now gracing the covers of the newly edited ceremony programs, will have to do.

"Alright, run along, you. Arthur is waiting for you down in the kitchen."

With narrowed eyes, Harry sulks out the door, no doubt in fear for what's in store for him.

Left alone, James slings his arm around Lily's shoulders, pulling her against him. Taking a good look at her, he thinks she's more lovely now than she was on her own wedding day—beauty magnified by a mother's love and years of marital happiness.

And with a kiss to her hair, James says, "We did good with him, Evans."