Lily Evans was not a lucky girl- quite the opposite, actually. Sure, she was a witch, and she got to learn magic and go to Hogwarts, but when the consequences of her being 'special' was that she had to lose her best friend, her sister, Lily wasn't sure that her being magical was a lucky thing at all.

"By the time I reached the Head's dormitories, I was hungry, limping, and juggling numerous amounts of equipment while trying not to hurt my hand anymore than it could have possibly have been hurt after stupidly trying to break my fall with it in front of those bloody Hufflepuffs. My hand felt beyond repair. And no, I'm not being dramatic. At all." James Potter/Lily Evans

The Gryffindor gang is playing hide-and-go-seek in a forest during the summer before seventh year starts, when a storm catches them by surprise. However, it's not just a storm that catches Lily...

"Then his hand was reaching for hers and she had never been more grateful of him being left-handed, it made up for all the times she had been jolted by him while writing an essay or eating dinner and as their hands intertwined she could feel only him and his warmth..."

Ever since Lily Evans has been forced to sit next to James in their seventh year potions class, she has loathed it- that is, until they brew Amortentia. Could that smell that lingers around James be more than just smelly socks and Quidditch?