Hey guys! So... I went back and read the story and decided to change it because it was really long and kind of hard to do another chapter. So... I've decided to do one on James. Please comment your thoughts! Oh, and about Avada Me Now!- I am so so so so sorry that I am not updating. *Hides behind my computer for protection* And anyway, here's the story.

James Potter's view on 5 things

5. His background- James loved his name, he really did. James Sirius Potter. Named after the two biggest troublemakers Hogwarts has ever seen (yes, even better than Fred and George. Even though the twins gave them a run for their money after their legendary stunt with the fireworks). James Sirius was a hell of a lot better than Albus Severus anyway. Albus Severus? What were his parents thinking? Honestly... Anyway, living up to his namesake wasn't exactly easy, you know. Pulling pranks that rivalled the Marauders were nearly impossible. But he and Fred Jr. sure as hell tried.

But sometimes James felt as though he was being overshadowed by his namesakes. He was supposed to be quick and smart and great at pranks and quidditch and girls; it was what he was born to do. He was expected to be amazing at everything he did.

And that was what James hated.

4. His eyes- James had his mother's eyes. They were big and brown and 'expressive' (fuck. Boys *ahem* men didn't have expressive eyes.) But James had desperately wanted Harry's piercing green eyes ever since he could distinguish colors. In fact, changing his eye color was one of his first acts of magic.

James sat at his table, eagerly coloring in the wizarding coloring book (it was a fairly new yet lifesaving invention for mothers. The portrait would include markers that never showed up on anything but the pages on the coloring book. To the delight of the child, the finished portrait would begin moving as soon as he or she finished coloring it. He had made the male quidditch player look like his daddy and the female one to look just like his mummy. He scribbled the page with his colors, desperate to finish.

James began hunting for the right color for Harry's eyes. When he found it, James sighed in envy. He had always wanted his father's eyes; that was one of the reasons he was so jealous of baby Albus. James had gotten his mum's brown eyes. But his mummy's eyes were pretty in mummy's face, not James's.

'You shouldn't worry about something so stupid, James. Eye color stuff is for girls' he thought sternly. He sighed and put down the crayon. Suddenly, finishing the painting wasn't so fun anymore. He trudged into the kitchen.

"Mummy? Can I have some ice cream?" James asked, shooting a smile at 2-year-old Albus. Al beamed back at him and immediately began laughing when he looked atJames.

"Gween!" Al shouted, banging his pudgy fist on the marble counter. Ginny turned around, looking tired.

"James, honey, for the last time. You already had ice cream at lunch- Oh bloody hell! James, what happened to your eyes?!" She let out a loud string of curses that made James giggle and gasp. She bent down to his level. She ignored Al's gleeful cries of "Bloody Hell, Bloody hell," as she examined James's bright green eyes.

"Don't worry, sweetie. We'll fix this, I promise. You'll get your eyes back as soon as your father comes home." James smiled excitedly. He had green eyes?!

"No, mummy can I keep them? Please?" His mum looked wounded and a little betrayed.

She was obviously confused that he didn't want his beautiful brown eyes.

"Why Jamie? Don't you love your beautiful brown eyes?" He shook his head, not understanding that he was hurting his mum's feelings.

"But mummy, I really want Dad's green eyes. Please?" He added, remembering his manners. Mummy sighed and told him that they would sort it out by the end of the day. He quickly ran off, excited for the new possibilities he had with his green eyes.

James had played with the mirror all day, admiring his new green eyes. But by the afternoon, James had to admit his green eyes weren't that great. In fact, he was sick of them. He missed his brown eyes.

James closed his eyes. He didn't want his eyes anymore; he missed his brown. He knew what he had to do.

"Mummy! Change my eyes back please. I don't want them anymore. Please, change them back!" Ginny turned around quickly and smiled, preparing to reassure her oldest son.

"Don't worry, Jamie... Oh, I don't believe this! You've changed them back!" She enveloped him in a hug and he began feeling proud. He had done MAGIC. Oh, Hogwarts was going to be so much fun.

3. Lily- he was crazy protective of Lily. He and Al weren't as close as James and Lily were. He considered her as the baby (which she was) and strove to take care of her all the time. He knew (as Lily had told him constantly) that she could handle herself, but that did not stop him from becoming irrationally distrustful of every boy that even talked to her. He firmly believed, as Uncle Ron had said to Rose, that Lily 'wasn't allowed to date boys until she got married'. And his job became much harder when she went from pretty to beautiful. Nonetheless, he knew he could get out of hand sometimes. He remembered that time when he caught her and that Corner boy in that abandoned corridor. He was in sixth year and she was in her third.

James slowly trudged through the corridors. Quidditch practice had been brutal, thanks to him. As captain, he had forced his team to perform muggle athletic drills as well as the normal ones. Too bad it had been so painful.

James painfully pushed open the secret passageway behind the Lazy Maiden. It led straight to the Prefect bathrooms. Afterwards, he could duck behind the one-eyed troll and head straight for the Common Room.

His blood rushed to his head as he saw a small redheaded girl taking another boys hand. What the-

"Lily Luna Potter!" James roared, his blood boiling. What was she doing? She was way too young to be interacting with a boy like that! How dare she touch that boy's filthy hand?

Lily and the boy jumped apart so fast they were a blur. Lily's eyes widened and the boy literally cowered in terror.

"James, I can-" He cut her off. He didn't want to say something to hurt her.

"I don't want one word out of you, Lily. You will march back to the Common Room, accompanied by me. And you," he said nastily, turning back to the terrified boy, "will never talk to her again. You touch her, you breathe on her, you even try to return the quill you borrowed to her, and I will kill you slowly and painfully. Am I clear? Now scram and don't show me your face ever again."

Lily had never really forgiven him for his lovely stunt. He supposed it was worth it in the end though. Jason Corner had been a huge player after that, fooling around with a huge amount of girls. Lily obviously didn't want to admit it, but she was grateful that James had stepped in when he had.

Well, she never actually said that.

2. Quidditch- James Potter was one of the biggest Quidditch fanatics ever. After all, he came from a family where his dad was a seeker legend and his mum had played with one of the most successful female Quidditch teams ever. Plus, he had been the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and probably the best chaser Gryffindor had in 7 years.

James had a dream. A crazy, stupid, foolish, utterly cliche dream. He wanted to be a professional Quidditch player. He knew it was extremely difficult and he had about a one-in-a-million chance. He knew that even if he had gotten it, people would believe his name and his family influence had been the reason. They wouldn't believe that his pure talent and athletic ability had rightfully landed him a spot on the team.

But James was determined to prove them wrong.

And when the time came, he did.

1. Love- James was a player. He didn't really believe in love at a young age and all that crap; so he gained experience from as many girls as possible. He didn't really think that he would find The One in Hogwarts; everyone was too young, too inexperienced and rash and stupid for love.

Imagine his surprise when he had met Layla Downey.

She was undeniably beautiful, with dark brown hair that fell in loose ringlets to her small waist and big ocean blue eyes framed by long, thick eyelashes and perfect eyebrows. She was tall, but not too tall and had a willowy frame.

But that wasn't what had drawn him. Surprisingly, it was her personality.

The first time, he had seen her helping a first year. She had bent down to his level (giving him a fantastic view of her arse, which was quite nice) and smilingly consoled the poor homesick boy.

"Don't worry, Darren. You'll love Hogwarts. You'll make so many friends really quickly! By Christmas, you won't even want to go home!" He quietly snuck up beside her and waited until the first year and run along.

"That was really nice of you." James said quietly. He knew how hard it had been for him to adjust to school. If he hadn't had Teddy to help him, he would have been dead by now. She turned around and smiled.

"Oh, it's nothing. I remembered my first time here too. I was completely terrified." She trailed off, obviously reminiscing her first days.

"I'm James. James Potter." He smoothly introduced himself and waited for her to respond. She smiled softly.

"Well, James Potter, I'm Layla Downey."

And the rest, they say, was history.

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