Dear Miss McGonagall,
I regret to inform you of this but I, Harriet Jemma Potter, am a squib. According to my lovely aunt, my former uncle succeeded in one thing in life. That would be beating the "freakishness" out of me. My aunt divorced my uncle soon after, gaining custody of both my cousin and me in the process. We are on very good terms now, and she treats me just as good as she treats my cousin. I can't say I'm happy about you leaving me on a doorstep in the middle of the bloody fall, but if you hadn't left me there, I would not have the wonderful life I have now. That being said, I will not be attending Hogwarts. I have no desire to have a life in the Wizarding World as a squib and my life is good where I am.
Thank you,
Harriet J. Potter