"Lilly, get him out of here! Run! I'll be fine!" yelled James Potter frantically. "No James! I'm not leaving you! We'll get through this together." Said Lilly. "Oh no! Here he comes! Lilly, Harry, I love you both very much. No matter what happens." "Hello Potters! Why this should be fun!" said a cold, harsh voice. And with a flash of light, James was attacked. Lilly was killed next. Lord Voldemort then turned on Harry, but instead of killing him, he almost killed himself.
When Sirius arrived at the Potters moments later, James and Lilly were gone, and Harry was left lying on the floor amid piles of shattered glass. Assuming that James and Lilly were dead, Harry was taken to Dumbledore, and then given to the Dursleys.
20 minutes later, a young man awoke. He was lying in a field next to the body of a dead woman. He has no idea who he was, where he was, what he was doing there, how he had gotten there, or anything else about his life except that he was a wizard. He was scared. He got up and ran, and didn't stop running until he got to an airport where he boarded a plane not knowing were he was going. Once e got on the plane, he slept. He awoke to find himself in America, in Washington, DC.
Soon, he had bought a house, made up a new name for himself, Jeff Johnson, and met a young witch named Kimberly. Not long after, they were married and had a daughter named Caroline.