A woman with red hair and grey eyes ran and ran, her one year old daughter in her arms. The woman stopped at a dead end and held the infant close. "Alex," she whispered. "Momma loves you. I won't let things end this way." A pale man with red eyes and slits for nostrils laughed from in front of them.
"I'm sorry, but there's no way out of it," the man said with a falsely apologetic smile.
"Please, my Lord, she's only a child!" The woman held Alex even closer.
"A child that knows too much," he responded in his cold, high voice.
"She won't be able to remember any of this!" She shouted with tears streaming down her face.
"Oh, but you know too much. You are a loyal servant, so I shall spare you. The child, however, will not receive mercy," he said. "Avada Kedavra!" He shouted, wand to Alex. Alex's mother spun around, attempting to apparate, but the curse hit her. She fell to the ground, child still in her lifeless arms. "Oh, what a pity," the man chuckled and used his foot to push her aside. He had full view of Alex now. He repeated the curse and a green light hit the child. Alex only stared as the green turned yellow once it hit her. The pale man was already gone and only two things signaled he'd ever been there: Alex's fallen mother, and the star shaped scar in the center of the child's forehead.