James Potter is red. He is danger and love all at the same time. He flashes you arrogant and confident smiles which are mostly too cocky to be regarded as genuine but make your day brighter nevertheless. James Potter is red because he gives you a reason to run from him and stay at the same time. He is red because James Potter is a bold statement all on his own, without the aid of anything other than his existence. He is Gryffindor and proudly so, he is fierce and confident is whatever he does. He is fairy lights hanging in a dull room, fairy lights which somehow match the colour of Lily Evans’ hair. James Potter is red, more than the blood he bleeds and for the spark that ignites his aura in a burst of dazzling fireworks.