Breeding
He grew up a spoiled child, in a golden crib, among the best toy innovations and the irreproachable insolent attitude, which was never taken away from him.
He was an only child, something that contributed greatly to the upbringing of the Potter's son. Their greatest wish in life was to be able to become parents. When Euphemia turned fifty-five (an age that even for wizards is advanced), with the news of the incipient pregnancy, neither of them hesitated in the decision that their long-awaited child would grow up surrounded by their love.
In those times, living in a home that stood firm on the pillars of love was something strange. Many attempts were made by the rest of the Potter family to try to raise James with a “firm hand” but neither parent was going to allow their little boy to be harmed.
Despite being a stubborn child, who would not go to sleep unless he was read a bedtime story, James had a kind heart, and it was a fact that the magic within him was powerful.
He knew Peter, because he played with the rest of the magical children in the village, and who were separated from the Muggles. The chubby boy, who was always the target of ridicule from the rest, that day had started to cry. James was that boy, who despite the indignant stares of the rest, without caring about anyone's opinion, broke through and began to comfort Peter. Becoming from them on; inseparable Friends.
He lived in the middle of a Muggle neighborhood, and from time to time, he would overhear the conversations of his neighbors, whose opinion of his family was curious and bad-mouthed. One day, no longer able to stand the scornful conversations his worldly neighbor was having with the gardener, James decided he was going to play a “little” joke on them. Of course, Peter was aware of it, but for fear of getting caught, he ended up running away before entering James' neighbors' garden.
He ended up getting caught, and his outraged neighbors, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him back to their house. The Potters saw their son in that incriminating attitude, considering that perhaps they should start imposing some authority.
It was the first time James had ever been punished. Even though it was summer, he couldn't go out to play with his friends and watched Peter being ostracized from the window.
That reprimand was the only one in his whole life that really meant a change in his insolent attitude, because he was still little and didn't want his parents to hate him.
At eleven, he received his long-awaited letter to Hogwarts, and his father bought him a broom, as his old one was in a sorry state. With the endless stories about Gryffindor, James would accept no other house but that one, the brave, the lions.
He said goodbye to his parents, who were crying a sea of tears, and boarded the Hogwarts express laden with his new materials, with Peter following in his footsteps. They were able to examine the carriages and feel the atmosphere charged with magic. They tried to sneak into some compartments, but the selfish children didn't want them there.
It wasn't until the second to last one, where a couple of boys, just as disoriented as he was, accepted his request. It was the black-haired boy's leather jacket that caught his attention the most, because he had never owned one, as Euphemia considered them too Muggle. But it had style.
That boy, with pale skin and eyes as black as his hair, possessed the same glow as James, it was something they both shared in the way they looked; that which instantly indicated to her the good friends he would form with him in the future. The other boy, on the other hand, shrugged into his sweater and went back to clutching the book that rested in his lap. It was the first time he had met someone his age who read for pleasure. Her father did, but he always assumed that this action, was something you ended up liking when your hair was already all gray.
Then he pondered again and ended up accepting, that maybe all children who enjoyed reading; didn't play catch, or ride brooms on Sundays.
Either way, both boys instantly became his friends. Between James and Sirius, they bought the entire cart of candy, and as they devoured chocolate toads, they shared their expectations about the upcoming school year.
“And when the four of us get into a Gryffindor… No one will be able to stop us!”
“That's the spirit, James!” Sirius agreed, turning to the window, “Look, you can see the castle already!”
He may have been raised in a golden crib, but that didn't detract from James, who was still impressionable, because he still had a lot of the world to learn about.
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