Disclaimer: J.K. owns it all. I'm just having fun. D

James came into the parlor, fuming

James came into the parlor, fuming. All his friends at Hogwarts seemed to think that his father was a saint, a hero, and they ALL wanted his autograph.

Harry, being the modest person that he was didn't tell his children about his scar or why he was famous. For he did not want them to brag about their famous father and he didn't want them to know more than what was necessary.

"DAD!"

"What is it James?"

"Why are you famous? You never did anything special. And how did you get that scar?"

"Well, Jams, I think that you are old enough to know now."

And that began the tale.

When I was only a year old, both my parents were killed by the most evil wizard of the time, known as Lord Voldemort. The lightning scar came to be because of him. My mother, Lily Potter, died to save me from Voldemort. She begged for him to kill her instead of me because a prophecy stated that a child born at the end of July whose parents thrice defied him would kill Voldemort at last. Now, the prophecy could have been meant for two children. For Neville Longbottom, yes, your herbology teacher, was also born at the end of July and his parents had also thrice defied him. But he chose ME not Neville.

So, he set off to find me and my parents because we had gone into hiding. Peter Pettigrew, who was SUPPOSEDDLY my dad's friend betrayed us to Voldemort. But, he wasn't caught, instead Sirius, my GODFATHER was named the "murderer" of James and Lily Potter. He was in Azkaban for 12 years because of Pettigrew. However, in my 3rd year Sirius escaped.

When my mother died to save me, Voldemort did not care. He merely killed her and then came after me. He shot the killing curse at me. But because my mother DIED to save ME, the curse backfired and it "killed" him, or so everyone thought at the time.

No one knew that he was still alive, but in my 4th year, he came back.

Then, in my 7th year, I killed him. But, your Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron were there with me the whole time, well except when I killed him.

James now understood why his dad was so famous, he bloody saved the whole wizarding world. He would never question his father about this again. It was too sad to ask about. But when his brother Albus screamed "DAD! Why are you so famous?" two years later, James couldn't help but chuckle.

A/N: this cliche but please review