Before Harry, before Godric's Hollow, before the Dark Lord was defied three times... Lily Evans and James Potter discovered that neither of them were what the other had expected, and embarked on a relationship that would change the world as they knew it.

James Potter. Mr. Immature, Mr. Gross, Mr. Pervert,… Mr. I-want-to-lick-melted-chocolate-off-your-Quidditch-toned-golden-six-pack-and-watch-you-moan-WHAT! No. No. No. This is why going to Quidditch games is bad for your soul. It makes you pervy.

Lily Evans reckons she has it all sorted; perfect grades, two best friends, and a cute new love interest to boot. Oh, but she forgot to mention, her sister's getting married to a walrus, there are Death Eaters on the loose, and James I'm-a-living-god Potter is Head Boy. This is the story of their seventh year.