"An essay on why fighting and dueling is forbidden at Hogwarts." James said smirking. He was turning around when a piece of paper fell out of his robes without the man noticing. Curious Harry bent over in his chair and picked it up, he felt his mouth drop. The picture contained a younger James Potter holding a messy haired, chubby and grinning baby, he was laughing as he tickled the squealing child; the baby was only about nine or ten months old but was already the splitting image of James Potter with one major difference. The baby had bright green eyes, the shade of the killing curse.