Harry was facing Quirrell when it happened; the man attacked throwing them both off balance. When Quirrell's skin started to burn he fired a spell at Harry, the killing curse, which sent the young wizard down into a heap. It allowed Quirrell enough time to escape and overjoyed Riddle as he finally believed his nemesis to be dead. If only he had known the true consequences of Quirrell's actions, a Quirrell that was allowing him to inhabit his body and magical core no less, then he would have wept for what was to come.
Harry opened his eyes and stared around...what had happened? "Harry, sweetie, please come sit over here." Lily requested and Harry's eyes widened.
"Mum?" Harry whispered and at her nod he was curled in her arms hugging her tightly.
"Easy, easy, that's it, shh, I'm here." Lily soothed and Harry closed his eyes relishing in the feeling of being hugged.
"Where am I?" Harry mumbled almost afraid to speak for fear of messing up or angering his Mum.
"Oh sweetie, you don't have to be afraid of angering me; I'm so sorry for what happened to you at the hands of Petunia and Vernon. I want you to know, now and forevermore, that you are not a freak or worthless like they said you were. You are one of the most powerful wizards to be born since Merlin was and that is the real reason Riddle fears you. Yes there was a prophecy, and sadly Severus or rather Professor Snape delivered it to Riddle, but the prophecy was simply hogwash that was made by Riddle to justify to others why he was going after you. It was always going to be you, no matter if there had been a prophecy or not, and one day I need you to tell Severus that for me. I know that you don't like him and you don't really have a reason to after the way he's treated you, but know that it wasn't because of you that he treated you badly. It was because of your Dad and me; James was a bit of a bully in his younger years, though he changed tremendously as we got older and has regretted how he was ever since, and well Severus was my best friend and when I started dating his tormentor it helped to tear us further apart. He had previously called me a name that he believes until this day I didn't really ever forgive him for, but I did. So on the day you tell him it wasn't his fault please also tell him that calling me a Mudblood didn't make me think any less of him. He's still the brother I never had and I'll always care deeply for him. Anyways back on track. You are at a cross-roads sweetie; you can go on with me and die or you can go back and live. A piece of Riddle was inside of you until moments ago when Quirrell, who was using some of Riddle's power when he cast the killing curse, destroyed it. You will be free to go on with your life now free from an unavoidable death that would have happened, but you will still one day have to face Riddle. Of course it's not because you're really destined to just because I know that you will not stand by and allow anyone to hurt your friends and those you consider family. If you choose to go back, however, you will not have to stay at Hogwarts or go back to Petunia's. There is a family estate James and I bought in America that you could go to and everyone would believe you died; there you would be able to live a life free from interference until you chose to come back here. There are several of the Potter family house elves that live in America and are waiting for the day when a Potter will come home so they can care for a new master; if you go to America there is a day academy for young witches and wizards that you could attend under a pseudo-name. It is up to you what to do sweetie, but your Dad and I would prefer you to continue your life instead of stopping at the young age of eleven. So Harry, what do you want to do sweetie?" Lily questioned hoping that her little boy would choose to go back.
Harry's mind was racing a mile a minute before he finally came to a decision. "I think I'd like to go back; I've always wanted a semi-normal life and if I can have one in America then I'll go. What do I do though?" Harry questioned uncertainly.
"Well in a moment you'll simply have to close your eyes and think about waking up to go back, but first I have a few last minute instructions for you. When you wake up call for Magnolia, she's one of your personal house elves chosen to watch over and care for you at birth, and have her take you to America. Once in America have the family vaults in America cleaned out and in a three weeks' time have one of the elves open a new account for you under a pseudo-name. Then have the elves pop back to the vaults in Gringotts and request to empty them out because the last remaining heir of the Potter line has died; there will be diaries that I wrote in case something happened to your Dad and me that you need to read as well as many other things that will make sense once you see them. There's a ring in your Dad's study that is in a box which can only be opened by the heir; once you open it and put it on anyone around you with ill intentions will turn an odd shade of red that only you can see and you'll know who to trust. Be careful Harry and remember to keep an eye on magical Britain as the years go by. I love you sweetie and I'll always be watching you." Lily concluded kissing him lightly on the forehead and when he closed his eyes and opened them again he was back in front of the mirror.
"Magnolia." Harry called quickly and an older female house-elf, or what he assumed was a house-elf, with light rose colored eyes and long white hair braided down her back in what he had heard referred to as a waterfall braid, popped into the room. "Master Harry? It's you; I've worried about you so much, but I couldn't find you!" Magnolia exclaimed enthusiastically hugging Harry and then stepping back to examine him. "Magnolia, can you take me to the family estate in America?" Harry questioned hopefully and Magnolia nodded before gently taking his hand and popping them both away, accidentally losing both of Harry's shoes in the process, moments before Dumbledore and Snape ran into the room.
Albus felt the color drain from his face and turned to see Severus kneeled on the ground beside Harry's shoes with tears streaming down his face. "No...no...I'm so sorry ,Lils." Severus murmured sobbing openly. Albus summoned a jar and floated what appeared to be Harry's ashes into the vase before placing his glasses atop it. "Come Severus...there is nothing more we can do." Albus murmured pulling the young man up and placing Severus's arm over his shoulder as the young man continued to sob.