"What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." –Albert Pine
James Potter was never really sure what he wanted in life. Sure he loved quidditch and excelled in Transfiguration, but he never as though he were his own person. He would always be the son of the famous Harry Potter, the chosen one, savior of the wizarding world. He was the legacy of two fourths of the Marauders. It was a burden that he did not ask to carry. Everyday he keeps asking himself if he'll ever find out who he truly is, because how can you be your own person if you're someone else's legacy?