It started average Friday for six year old Lily-Anne Potter. She and her twin brother Harry had been woken up early by their Aunt Petunia in order to complete a rather exhausting amount of chores before rushing to finish what little food was left over from their cousin Dudley's morning feast and running the three blocks from Number 4 Privet Drive to St. Marcus' Primary School where Lily-Anne, Harry, and Dudley were in their first year.

What Lily-Anne didn't count on happening that day wouldn't transpire until the school bell rang freeing all the children of their waiting for the weekend anxiety. Not even Albus Dumbledore himself could have predicted what happened. It was on this ever so average seeming day, the girl-who-lived one of the two saviors of the wizarding world was kidnapped.