Harry had never particularly understood the notion that people could be disappointed by James, it wasn't a feeling he would associate with his beloved son, James had been placed into his father's arms, hands calloused by everything this little boy was not; terror and pain and expectation.
From birth Harry had known that Jamie had what Charlie termed 'Weasley blood' in abundance. It was in these 'mistakes' that Harry had rejoiced, he had the Potter hair and complexion but had grown into what could be more accurately described as 'Prewett blood.' He knew this was both a blessing and a curse. Jamie had, from his toddler days onwards, possessed the ability to make Harry melt in a way no other person could. People would tell James, years later, that he had his mother's eyes as though disappointed. Others, older people, would be reminded of other toddlers in other times "…was killed by five Death Eaters before the end of the war, along with his brother…" and Harry would think of his firstborn, his strong-willed, charismatic, courageous, boisterous boy and realise that they were still present. He would treasure and preserve their memory for his child. As James had grown and decided to become an Auror. Harry had thought of men like Antonin Dolohov and the way in which he had ripped away the men who had the eyes of his son. They had "fought like heroes" according to Moody and there had been a solemn edge to Sirius' words of remembrance "They were heroes, James would say…often joke that it would take more than a few Death Eaters to break their spirit…" A spirit which Harry reflected was very much alive in That Hard, Blazing Look. For Harry James Sirius Potter was the perfect combination of his past and present, James was his mother's son and nothing could compare.