Disclaimer: I am a huge FAN of the lovely, talented J.K Rowling.

James Potter was an only son of an old pureblood couple. Despite being quite old, even for Wizarding standards, Dorea and Charlus Potter were delighted at the birth of a healthy baby boy and so spent their lives showering him with love and attention.

James often complained that it was as if his parents wanted to fit all the love and care on him that they'd been saving up for the last fifty or so years before his birth. Mr and Mrs. Potter naturally agreed with his assumption and would kiss him on the cheek and ruffle his hair lovingly.

However, despite being the sole heir to the Potter legacy, one of the oldest Wizarding families in Britain and an only child, James surprisingly was not at all arrogant and conceited as some of the other Pureblood children usually were. Nor did he possess the haughtiness and superiority the Black children were known to possess. And when the eleven year-old excited young James stepped on the train to Hogwarts for the first time he'd had no problem in befriending three boys of diverse backgrounds.

Therefore when Lily Evans, a fellow Gryffindor first-year, had called him an "arrogant, conceited child!" and stomped past him when he had knocked Snape's books to the floor on his way to see the Quidditich try-outs, he could only stare at the red-head in surprise and wonder what he ever did wrong to her.

Sure, he and Sirius were in a bit of a rush to get to the Quidditich field and so hadn't bothered stopping to apologise to Snape but that was because they were already late. They had spent forty-five minutes trying to interrogate Remus Lupin of his whereabouts two nights ago and lost track of time, and it was the try-outs for Gryffindor Quidditich team for Merlin's sake! He'd practically been waiting for this day since he was born! How did running past the two book-worms that Evans and Snape really were, arrogant?

Lily Evans surely needed to improve her vocabulary if she thought a person in a rush to get somewhere important was arrogant. James huffed and blew his hair out of his eyes as he felt a new wave of irritation at the thought of the pretty red-head.

And to make matters worse, the ginger know-it-all had the audacity to tell him that he was an attention-seeking prat with the way he mussed up his hair because he thought he looked cool in it. As if! Evans obviously didn't understand that a good-looking boy such as himself didn't need attention. He got enough of it at home, thank you very much.

The girl was surely, surely delusional if she thought he'd purposely mess up his mop of hair. They were clearly a curse. Sticking up at odd angles, refusing to be tamed irrespective of the number of wet combs he used. He knew because he'd spent an hour and a half trying on his very first day at Hogwarts (his dad had told him that making a good first impression always did the trick with the teachers and the girls).

Now that he thought about it, he needed to have a word with mum about keeping an eye on his dad. Honestly, giving such bad advice to his son! Neither the teachers nor the girls had been much impressed by his attempt. Sirius told him that he'd overheard Evans snickering with Snape about how Potter's head looked as if a wet animal had drowned on top of it. Professor McGonagall had taken away five points from Gryffindor for "tardiness", which wasn't really fair seeing as James was only 2 minutes late to class.

People at Hogwarts just didn't appreciate the effort James put in his appearance. Girls, whether they were Evans or Professor McGonagall, he decided, really were from outer space and didn't deserve to be impressed; instead he should just focus on getting Remus to admit whatever secret he was keeping from his friends.

With another loud sigh, James squared his shoulders in determination and got up from the windowsill, thinking that tomorrow would be a far better and exciting day than today ever was. He had finally found some decent boys his age that didn't automatically stick their noses in the air and prance away at the slightest mention of fun and adventure and James was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

Yes, he could clearly imagine, his life at Hogwarts would be the best days of his life, even if he shared living space with a nosy, stuck-up, know-it-all ginger.

Fin.

A/N: Thank you for reading. This seemed a little choppy but I decided to upload it as my schedule for the next week or so is full to bursting and I'll probably forget about this when I'm actually free. Do remember to review, it's great hearing what the readers think of your work.