Ruins of the Potter household smoldered with the intense heat of the nursery catching fire, dark magic permeated the cottage, the only living thing that remained intact was a young babe. He wept and tried to reach his mother futilely.
Then the babe looked up at a strange figure. “Hello there, little one.” They said, removing their hood, revealing a pretty lady, who bends down to pick him up. She then whistles for her ever-faithful scythe, cutting opening a portal to her home dimension and disappear without a trace.