(A/N Amelia is above or to the side or whatever, the picture is her as a baby.)

Bright green light shone from the manor's window, a wave of energy destroying the old home. A scream of a woman was heard throughout the town, and not long after the cries of two children caught the attention of a man that few knew, with his head bowed, he emerged from the house with a small bundle of blankets, and left the scene with a small pop after giving a rather large man a motorcycle. Not long after, that man left too, leaving the growing sounds of sirens to discover the strange crime scene left before them. As the man reappeared in front of child services in San Francisco, he left two words on a small piece of parchment entangled in the girl's blankets.

(A/N Picture wherever is Amy at 11.)

"Amelia Lily Sorenson! Tell me, is school a place to zone out and do nothing, or is it a place where you learn about life skills?" Amy jumped, snapping out of her thoughts. Laughter rang throughout the class followed by a long 'OOOOOOOOHHH', she fought back tears as a pencil was jabbed into her already sore ribs.

"Sorry Mrs. Kennie,  I'll pay more attention next time." The teacher shook her head,

"Talk to me after school"

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The rest of the day flew by, and sooner than she could blink, she was in front of Mrs. Kennie's desk.
"Mam..."
"Save it Sorenson. I already have had to tell the principal of your behaviour, you need to pay attention."
"I'm sorry, I just don't get how I need to learn these things."
"Amy, I know you had a rough childhood. Your parent-"
"They are not my parents. Not my real ones."
"Is that why you are having so much trouble recently? I know I have been hard on you but I am here to help."
"I know."
"Amy, this is the third time you have failed a grade here. The last day of school is in three days. I am sorry, but the principal has informed me that you cannot come back next year. You're eleven, its time you passed third grade." Without a word, Amy stormed out of school, never to return to Peitri Elementary.

"Mom, I'm home!" Amy called up to the person who lied to her for years before going back to her faked birth certificate.
"Amy, the school has just informed be you were expelled."
She ignored her, noticing an unopened letter on the floor. Emerald lettering spelt 'A.L. Sorenson-Potter, The darkest bedroom, 1784 Dowell Dr., San Francisco California, United States of America.' Curious, Amy slowly opened the strange letter,
Amelia Lily Sorenson-Potter, we are proud to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. An escort will arrive for you in two days time, School starts on September 1st. We aware your arrival.' Amy flew up the stairs, quickly packing for the arrival of Albums Dumbledore, her undecided future awaiting.

A/N Wow that took forever. Some people might know that this used to be a different story, but I lost inspiration and did something different. If anyone has any suggestions let me know. So... Should Amy be in
Gyffendor
Ravenclaw
Hufflepuff
Or Slytherin
Vote in the comments
How many staircases are in Hogwarts?

-Raven