On the night of November 1, 1981, most of the Wizarding World of Britain was celebrating. They were celebrating the fall of the most powerful Dark Lord of the last 500 years. They celebrated, cheering the Savior of the Wizarding World. But not once during their celebrating did they think about the price a young baby had to pay so they could have peace.

Not once did they think about the little orphan who was being left on the doorstep of a family who didn't want her. Not once did they think that that little girl had lost all her family that night.

It was on that night that Albus Dumbledore left the little orphan on the doorstep of her aunt's home. Albus Dumbledore, who was considered by many as the greatest wizard since the Founders of Hogwarts, was confident that he had made the right choice. They were, after all, the girl's family. It was best if she grew up away from all the fame that she was certain to receive so that when she finally went to Hogwarts it would be easier to guide her in the right direction because the girl would not have been subjected to the bigotry of the wizarding world. In all his wisdom, he saw no problem with his plan, in his opinion, there was no way it could go wrong.

It would take ten years for Albus Dumbledore to start to understand how wrong his plan would go, and a few more after that for him to really see just how wrong he was when it came to dealing with the young Lyra Dorea Potter.