This is just a look at the type of person I imagine James Potter to be. When did this take place? I'm not really sure. Sometime when Harry asked to know more about his dad, or something. I'm not sure. But, enjoy!
He had his pick of any girl in the school, minus the Slytherins. Plus part of the male population, but he had his heart set on one. The one he decided he loved on the first day of school in their third year. She was afraid of him, afraid that he was lying.
He was eighteenth in a long line of pureblood wizards, but he did not think he was better than anyone. In fact, sometimes, he even felt inferior to a certain muggleborn witch.
He was captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team for three years straight, leading his team to three straight quittich cups. But he always noted that She didn't seem to care how good he was at quidditch.
He was one of the best students in his year, but he did not tell people, for fear that She would think he was just bragging. As a result, whenever anyone would ask what he got on an assignment, he would lie. It was always merely an 'Acceptable', when in reality, usually his papers were topped with a large E and once in a while, an O.
He was popular, but only because he was good looking, funny and outspoken, when he would much rather have been quiet and forgotten or at least forgettable sometimes. The only time he tried to be funny and outspoken was when She was nearby, and then, all he did was make fun of himself and Sirius. She almost never even looked his way.
He was exactly what every girl wanted, but he would not date anyone. Why? He didn't want to make anyone think that he did not love Her. He only wanted to be the guy she wanted, he cared about nothing else.
He let nobody stand in his way to getting what he wanted, especially when it came to Her. If He couldn't have Her, no one could. Not that She would let anyone have Her. Her standards were too high. He had no idea how a misfit Slytherin by the name of Snape had befriended her.
He kept anyone's secrets, and everyone respected him for it. He loved people, especially those who deserved his affection. And She did, in a way. She helped everyone with anything, She was always kind, and gentle, and deserved his affection more than anything.
He was a deeply protective friend, and once he was your friend, you could do no wrong. He would always help you out of a bad situation, and when looking back on it, still make you laugh about it, no matter how embarrassing it had been at the time.
He was a loyal boyfriend to Her, once She came around and agreed to go out with him. He never did so much as look at another girl after they got together. After all, if he had, She might have done something like kill him. And, as he once said when it came up in convorasion: "If you killed me, Dearest, not only would you be sent to Azkaban, but you'd also be deprived of me."
And, lastly, He was the perfect father. He was funny, loving, smart, and everything a father should want to be. He loved his son and his wife more than anything, except perhaps his friends. But even then, he would die for any of them.
And in the end, he did.
Well, there it is! Reviews are appreciated, but not expected.