The wind was blowing hard against the house, a figure was walking towards the house, his hood up to cover his face. As he neared the door, he blew it open and smiled a wicked grin, removing the hood.

"Hello James." He said in a cheerful voice. James glanced at his wand on the couch and looked back at the person.

"LILY I LOV-" A blinding green light cut him off as he fell to the ground, dead. The dark figure then walked up the stairs slowly, smiling his first real smile in years.

"Lily? Harry? You up here?" He called out in a wicked tone, as he opened a door to a baby's room. "Ahhh, there you are. Now step aside." He said in a calmly tone, pointing his wand at her, as she covered a baby cradle, where a baby was sleeping soundly. Lily stood her ground, she wasn't going to let him kill her son. "Let me see baby Harry. No? Okay then. Avada Kedavra!" And a streak of green light burst from his wand and Lily fell, hitting the wooden planks hard, stone dead. The hooded figure pushed her body out of the way with his foot and looked down at the baby in the cradle. "Hello, Harry. Your Mum and Dad are dead and soon will you be. Avada Kedavra!" The green light hit Harry as he was cuddling some blankets, but it backfired and hit the figure instead, it destroyed the house and and the cradle holding the young boy fell and leaving it in the center of the broken house...

But unknowing to the whole wizarding world, but to few, that some will soon forget over the years, that inside the blankets that Harry was cuddling, was his twin sister, which they feared to be having no magical powers for being a witch. For as Hagrid picked up Harry, he didn't see the small baby next to him, leaving the little girl for the Muggles to find in Godric Hollow, to live in an orphanage, being bullied by the other girls, wishing to have a real family, living in a tiny room, filled with many older, rude, girls. For Skylar Potter didn't know her surname, nobody did, for no one knew about the young girl. For she was known in the orphanage as The Girl With No Name. Wishing every night that she could get away from here.