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James. Sirius. Potter.

That was his name. Some people laughed while others shuddered at his full name. In one way he was expected to be a clone, a mini them. He was expected to find certain things funny, and others not. He was expected to be loyal. Faithfull and true.

In these 'modern' times, though, people tried to lack the expectancy. He was then expected to be different. He was then expected to love other things, have other fascinations. Sure, it was good that no one sized you up so much. Sure, it was great that they wanted to see what happened to you. He was expected to be different. He was expected before his whole life even started.

In the end, James Sirius Potter promised himself on the Hogwarts Express that he would be neither. Neither his name sakes, nor the expectations there after. He decided to be himself.

And he was just that, himself. He did what he thought was right, never following the guidelines of anyone before him. He decided to create his own. After all, his grandfather did that, so why must he be expected to follow them?

In the end, James was a lot like his namesakes. Not a copy, or as close as one can get. He was just naturally like that. He knewthat he was being himself, thus he gained that air that people get when they are satisfied with their lives. Confidence, just like his namesakes.

He was not religious; he was a wizard after all. But every 2de of May, he remembered and was thank full. All the Potter kids were like that. They did not weep or rolled their eyes. They remembered, was thank full. It was a day of remorse, the day where you knew that you are a miracle. The day after, they always celebrate Victiories birthday. Everyone refused to let her birthday be slackened over something she could not control. The day afterwards they have a celebration. A celebration of Victiorie, a celebration of life.

He fell in love with a red-headed girl in his fifth year. He was not as crazy or stupid with his approache as the past generations. He was not an angel, though, and only 'got the girl' in the beginning of his seventh year.

Sure, it was a cliché to fall in love with a red head, but he honestly did not care. He loved her, and loved to tease her about the red-headed tradition though he did not believe in it.

In the end:

This man decided to live his life his way

In the end:

This man was James Sirius Potter.