being James' baby sister wasn't easy. The girls, the fame, the ego, he knew how to annoy you - and there was no escaping him, unless he had a girlfriend who took up his time, or if Quidditch was at an all time high.

Yet, James was known as the boy who had the ego the size of a lake, but the heart to match it. That boy would do anything for his baby sister, kill, protect, anything. He was loyal, and knew her better than anyone. Yet, the one thing he couldn't protect her from was their Potter family's favouritism of great old James. It tore him up.

You were studying in the library, and James swung in the chair beside you, bored off his head, never being one for the books

"Are you almost done being a bookworm?" He asked, his tone laced with annoyance, teasing and boredom. Here we go, you thought.