"No!" yelled Lily but it was too late. She dragged herself towards James who was lying on the ground with his eyes shut off from the world. The sight tormented one-year-old Harry potter so much that his eyes flooded with tears of despair. He couldn't figure out what was happening but looking at his depressed mother, he couldn't hold his tears back. But it all ended soon when Lily, Harry's mother and James's beloved wife, fell to the floor in a flash of green light. Harry was sitting in his cot helplessly. He wasn't even big enough to crawl down and touch his mother's soft and loving motherly hands and say farewell to the departing souls.
Harry's family was gone. He was an orphan now. Then a light flashed in his forehead and he blacked out.
He opened his eyes, panting, and came to know that he was sitting on a chair in the Gryffindor first-year boys' dormitory. Another vision or dream that indicated Voldemort's nearness, he thought.
"Harry, what's gotten into you? Come on, we're late for the feast!" Hermione yelled in agitation.
"Hmm, it's about time I got up ..." Harry mumbled.