He was one again, and his mother was clutching him against her chest, her shoulder bouncing into his cheek as she ran up the stairs. He tangled his chubby baby-fingers in her pretty hair...Mummy, don't cry, don't cry...but she didn't notice.
There were violent sounds below, sounds that baby-Harry didn't recognize, but older-Harry understood perfectly well...a splintering crash as the door gave way, and a man's voice--Daddy--shouting, suddenly cut off...his mother gave a long, shuddering sob and put him down in his cot. Their matching green eyes met for the last time, and something passed between them, mother and son. Then she was turning away as the door exploded inward and he heard her sobbing, pleading...then her voice was cut off as well. Blinding green light clouded his vision, and everything was silent for an endless moment. Then footsteps.
A face hidden by dark cloth, red eyes glinting out at him, and a cruel giggle, like that of a sadistic child. The figure raised its wand and pointed at him, muttered something under its breath...
...the world exploded in light and sound...someone was screaming again, and the cot tipped over as the floor beneath it buckled, dumping him out...he was crying now, sobbing, as the house crumbled around him and his forehead bled and burned...
"Harry!"
Beams cracking...his mother's body thrown close to him in death, her eyes, his eyes, wide and staring and sightless...
"Harry! Wake up!"
His eyes flew open.