Luck is a tricky thing. One person has a good day and they automatically assume it's out of pure luck. Get a good mark on an exam, a surprise Hogsmeade trip, or maybe someone suddenly asks you out…to some, it's all luck.
For Lily Evans, current Head girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, the word 'luck' meant nothing in her life. Coming from Irish ancestry, along with her curly mop of trademark red hair and startling green eyes, she was often mistaken by her classmates to celebrate her most hated day of the year. March 17th, St. Patrick's Day. It's not as if she always hated this small holiday, no sir. As a child, she loved the day. Every year she made sure to wear green just in case some dumb kid from her elementary school didn't know she was Irish and would pinch her.
This bitter hatred for the day fell into her heart for more than one reason. It all started the year she started to attend Hogwarts. When she was a 1st year on that day, she received a letter from her parents saying that her beloved dog, Lucky, was hit by a truck yesterday and had passed on. Of course she grieved greatly, but the next year, she was still looking forward to that special day, only to find out that widespread confusion had swept through the wizarding world as a new Dark wizard started drawing power. 3rd year St. Patrick's Day, Peeves and the Marauders chose to throw a huge prankfest on her and her best mate Elizabeth. 4th year, she received a letter from her Aunt Evelyn saying her parents died in a tragic car crash.
She was beginning to sense quite a pattern.
Fifth year St. Patrick's Day, she mustered up enough courage to ask her secret crush, Devon, a sixth year Ravenclaw, to accompany her to Hogsmeade. Not only did he flat out refuse, he started laughing and drawing everyone's attention to them in the Great Hall. Needless to say the Slytherians had a field day with that one. To make matters worse that day, James Potter, a fellow Gryffindor fifth year, seemed to have developed quite a liking to her.
By sixth year, Lily was quite ready to lock herself up in the sixth year girl's dormitory for the entire day. Unfortunately, fate had conjured up another sadistic plot for her that year. That day, her friend Elizabeth and another roommate she was close to, Rebecca, received letters from both their parents saying they would be pulled out of Hogwarts due to fear of the rising Dark power of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. They were to be taught from home now.
That brings us to Lily's seventh and final year. The last St. Patrick's Day from Hell she'd ever have to endure at Hogwarts.
A/N- Hello everyone!!!!!! I hope you enjoyed this tiny chapter. This will be just a tiny ficlet to help me get motivated to write my next chapter for Is It Really You? All those fans of that fic, don't worry, I've wrote some of it and will have it out soon hopefully. Review and tell me what you think. I'll update probably tomorrow.