The howling wind lashed upon the windows of a house in Godric's Hollow, where Lily and James Potter lived. James was using his wand to create colored puffs of little clouds for the amusement of a toddler with raven-black hair and dark green eyes. The little girl squealed with excitement and tried to grab the clouds. Next to him, Lily laughed while her daughter gave up on trying and slumped onto the sofa, still giggling at the clouds and saying "Pretty! Pretty!"
Unknown to either of them, a boy of maybe six or seven years old was standing in the shadows, looking at them sadly. The boy had the same raven black hair of his father and the emerald green eyes of his mother. The boy was named Harry Potter. Harry sighed as his parents picked up his younger sister, Isabella Potter, and all three of them headed to the nursery. How he wished his parents loved him like they loved his sister. Ever since his sister was born, they never took notice of him and showered all their love on her. Harry would give anything to be even noticed by his parents.
As their footsteps slowly faded away, Harry walked over to the window. He looked out. In the light, he could see the figure of a man in black robes approaching the house. Harry should have felt fear, but he did not. In fact, he felt curious. Who was this man? Was he a friend of his parents?
The man got closer. Harry saw him take out a stick - a wand. He pointed it at the door, as if he was about to blast it open. Harry hurried to a corner of the room and hid as the door was blasted open with a loud bang. He heard his father shouting "Lily, it's him! Take Bella and go!" Then there was the sound of footsteps hurrying down the stairs. As the man in black stepped over the threshold, James Potter came rushing into the room, a look of pure hatred on his face. Harry saw the man lift his wand, and watched, horrified, as with a flash of green light, James Potter fell to the floor, unmistakably dead.
Harry stared in terror as the fiend went up the stairs, to where his mother and sister were. He did not even notice Harry. With a sinking feeling, Harry heard another thud as his mother fell. Harry closed his eyes, unable to bear the death of his sister...
Then it was all over. Without realizing that Isabella Potter was not yet dead, Lord Voldemort walked back to the living room. He saw what he had missed before - a boy crouched in the corner. "Obliviate," he said, pointing his wand at the boy. Then he gathered the unconscious child in his arms and Apparated away - the kid would be raised as one of the Dark...