Harry Potter had always been strange, from the day where he was left on the children's home's doorstep with nothing but his name, age, birthday and a warning that he was a 'freakish', Miss Cooper, the matron, remembered, child. She'd just glanced at the letter and ignored the warning— after all, how could a two-year-old child be freakish? She lived to regret not heeding the warning. The Potter child was a strange one. He never cried, his bright eyes looking at you like they were staring into your soul. He stayed silent for years, never opting to talk to any children his age or other. He only spoke to his teachers, them claiming him to be a 'quiet but brilliant prodigy'. The other boys picked on him— how could they not? He was a beautiful (albeit strange) child, almost perfect, despite his unnatural behaviour. One day, though, when the boys went further than usual, everything changed. The matron remembered that day as if it were yesterday.
"Hey, freak! Why you all alone? Where all your friends? Oh! I forgot— you don't have any!" a boy of about thirteen taunted, his friends sniggering beside him. "Poor freak, with just his books to keep him company." The boy leant down and snatched the book from young Harry Potter's hand. "You can't read this! S'too good for you, freak! Look guys, the freak is pretending to read! He so dumb he has to pretend to read!"
The boys laughed as they teased the boy.
"Give it back," a soft, almost silent voice said. The matron would have thought she was dreaming if the Potter boy hadn't spoken again. "Give it back," he said, a little louder, raising his eyes to meet the ones of his tormentors.
"Ooh, is the freak asking us to do something?" The oldest boy held the book up high, much out of Potter's reach. "Whatcha gonna do about it, freak?"
Potter closed his eyes, concentrating. If she hadn't seen it with her very own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it. It was like magic. The boys were suddenly thrown back against the wall. Potter's book floated down to him, and he walked over to the boys. The elderly woman didn't hear what he said, but it left the boys pale and trembling. They never crossed Harry Potter again.
So, when a strange woman wearing formal clothing turned up, saying that he had been accepted into a top private boarding school she had no recollection of him ever applying for, that was why she accepted it without a second thought. Miss Cooper had always been one to do whatever her charges needed. He didn't need her to ask questions, and so she didn't ask them.