Avada Kedavra

A mans voice yelling "Avada Kedavra".
A flash of green light.
A woman's scream.
The thud of a body hitting the floor.

That is all I remember from the night that my father was killed. For some reason the all powerful, Dark wizard, Lord Voldemort, decided it would be a good idea to take his three-year-old daughter with him and make her watch while he killed the Potters. Little did he know, that would be the last time he saw his baby daughter.

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