I am Amy Potter. Well, Amy Harn, know. I've always known I'm special. Like the one time that I broke one of my adoptive parent's plates, my adoptive mother's, and then it was fixed the next day, like magic. That's what I've always told myself it is. All the special things I've done. Magic.
What else should I call it? My mother can get scared at times, but I never do anything bad. My father is always awed at my feats. He believes it's magic, too. And I have a scar. It's a lightning bolt. No one knows what happened to my parents, so they don't know where I got it. It's on my wrist, right under my palm. I always wear long sleeves to hide it.
But things changed. Really changed. One day, I got a letter. It's from a place called Hogwarts. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's addressed to me, Amy Harn. I just really don't understand.