Dearest Harry,
Where do I begin? My name is Jean Grey. I am Lily and petunia's cousin. I was raised in the states and so I didn't know them as well as I could have. I did however know that Lily was a witch. I am what is called a mutant. I can read minds as well as move things with my mind. Yes I know there are spells that allow you to do the same.
If I timed this letters delivery right it should be midnight on your birthday, the day you turn seventeen. The majority age in the wizarding world. I am writing you because I need to tell you something. So please do not put this letter down or think I am crazy.
Lily and James were not your real parents, at least not in the biological sense. That would be myself and a man named Scott Summers. Harry you were such a beautiful child. Scott and I were still in high school when we had you and could not care for you. I asked Cousin Lily and her husband James to take you after they lost their child due to miscarriage.
They agreed and adopted you. I only just learned of their passing and would like to know if you would want to come live in the states with us? We live in a mansion that doubles as a school for the "gifted" or mutants like your father and I. The professor owns all of the land the school sets on and a few properties in other countries I believe he even owns one in England. Please write us back to let us know what you decided or if you'd rather call the number I listed at the bottom of the page.
Love,
Jean and Scott
P.S.
You don't have to call us mom and dad.
Brilliant green eyes looked up from the letter in confusion and slight happiness. His parents were actually alive. He had been adopted by his cousin. Harry placed the letter down and lay down on his bed. He could leave the Dursley's for good. Never have to go back to Hogwarts.
He didn't hate Hogwarts or even most of the people there. It was just that he wanted away from the crazy man out for his blood. He stopped. He realized he had not been born to the potters, did that mean that the prophecy was not supposed be about him?
All too soon Harry's eyes drifted shut and he faded into his dreams. When he woke the next morning he did his chores and waited for the Dursley's to leave then he collect called the number on the letter.
"Harry, you called." A feminine voice came through.
"I want to come stay with you." Harry said and with that his fate changed.