Back 14 years ago, there was a family consisting of a husband, a wife, and a son about one year old. It was dark times when the wizarding worlds darkest wizard was feared by people who didnt even talk yet. This Dark wizard was Voldemort. The family was Lily, James, and the most famous wizard to date, Harry Potter. The Potter were at home when it all happened.

What happened was THE BLAST.

Voldemort was just walking down the street when he had this urge, this urge to kill. He walked into an unknown house. This 41 year old Dark sorcerer doesnt care about other peoples feelings. There sitting in the sitting room was the Potter. Out comes Voldemorts wand and he points it at James and yells "Avada Kedavra!". James drops dead right in front of Lily and Harry. Voldemorts says, "Next is the little one, so I can see you suffer!" Lily pleads, "No no take me, take me! Not Harry! Not Harry." So Voldemort takes her life with the avada kedavra curse. And there sits Harry, young and innocent, not old enought to protect himself, not comprehending what is happening. And Voldemort raises his wand and says, "Now for you, little baby Harry. This will be so easy to kill you!" So Voldemort then bellows "Avada Kedavra!" and a green light flashes and the curse hits Harry's fore head. A mark in the shape of a lightning bolt was bleeding on his forehead. Right before Harry, Voldemort is wasting away to nothing.