The real survivor

A moment was all it took.
A gesture.
A weird green flash.
A woman's scream.
And it was over
James was dead, lying on the ground of the entrance of the house.
Lily too, was dead, but she was lying in the kids' bedroom.
A tear falling down her soon to be cold cheek.
And in the crib.
Screaming, crying, wiggling was the little Harry, reaching out hopelessly for his missing twin sister.
But she had been taken.
The little girl whose forehead was bloodier than her brother's had been taken away by a man with long blonde, or maybe white hair, all dressed up in black as if he was mourning.
And so the story began.
Tom Riddle was seemingly gone.
And Harry Potter's story was written and told to children.
With only two lines for the little girl who disappeared on that faithful day :
« No one ever knew if the Potter's daughter really existed, some said she did but they were never trustworthy people. The only proof of her existence was her name on a baby blanket : June. »

****first of all I would like to be clear : I am french so my English my not be the best in this book.
Also most of the characters in the story are not mine but JK. Rowling please do not misunderstand.