Since 1981, Albus Dumbledore has spread the story that somehow I, at age fifteen months, "killed" Voldemort. Because it was the great Albus Dumbledore (the treasonous nobbler) who said this, nobody has ever questioned the story that a toddler defeated a Dark Lord. This story is why I was treated like a hero in July of 1991 when I was buying my school supplies, before I even entered Hogwarts. But I don’t take credit for defeating Voldemort in 1981; no, I give the credit to Lily Potter, my mother, who likely did something brilliant with runes and/or rituals. But because she was a first-generation witch, I’ve never heard even a whisper of "Want to know how the boy survived the Killing Curse? I think his genius mother caused this."