Prologue
July 30th 11:59 P.M.
A small teenage boy lay in a crimson pool of blood, eyes like green emeralds staring sightlessly into the dark night. Eyes clouded over with pain the young teenager held a look of death and pain far worse than any his age would have ever seen. His unruly black hair stood out in contrast to his pale and bruised body on the on the floor of the pure white room with the exception of the pool of red blood. Broken trinkets and toys lay scattered on the floor around the young man. On his forehead there lay a peculiar lighting bolt scar.
As the clock struck midnight, the young man let out a scream of pure agony as he was enveloped in a white light.
Miles away in New York City a young girl with red locks and green eyes suddenly looked up from her book and whispered "Harry..."