The other's story
James Sirius Potter
His parents told him he'd been making trouble from the day he was born. What did they expect? Naming your child "James Sirius" and expect him to be well behaved wasn't just naïve, it was completely stupid. Yes, he lived up to his name without doubt.
With his messy black hair and hazel eyes he resembled his deceased grandfather in looks and not just in personality. To add even more he also played chaser, like both his mother and grandfather had done.
In his older cousins Lucy and Fred he'd found the perfect partners in crime; the three of them would roam around together, cracking up pranks and jokes as they went. They'd had sworn always to make sure Hogwarts had a prankster.
When he'd been sorted the Hat had told him that nothing ran more true in his blood than Gryffindor, nothing more than what'd he'd expected, his parents and all of his grandparents had, after all, been in that house. Still, he hadn't really meant it when he joked about Al being in Slytherin. He'd just wanted to tease his younger brother. that's what you have them for!