Potter Brothers

Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress
I sit completely devastated in the side car unsure of what to fully make of the letters contents. How can this be I'm no one special, I mean I've definitely never done anything related to magic. While pondering these thoughts, Hagrid regains my attention when landing the bike and doing a power slide outside a London inn, how the heck did we get here so fast? "Why would I be accepted into this school, and why did they call me Mr.Potter?" The large giant like man who introduces himself gain's my trust quite fast, wipes his mouth with a handkerchief "Ye' never 'oticed anythin' strang', things ye' couldn' explain no matte' how hard you tried?" This question makes the lightning bulb go off "Now that you mention it..." This would explain a whole lot of things, Hagrid hands me a suit case and pillow, he sleeps on the giant bed that comes with the room I sleep next to the boy wearing glasses like me, with a familiar scar on his forehead. Familiar because I have the exact same scar not on my forehead but on my left forearm.