Disclaimer: I, the author, do solemnly swear that I am up to no good and don't own the HP universe.

Minerva McGonagall was completing her paperwork when she received an owl. She was not surprised to get one as it was expected of muggle parents to have doubts about the magical world. As she read the letter, she immediately knew it was not an ordinary letter. The first thing that surprised her was the one who sent it.

Albus had already told her that the case of Harry Potter was being handled by him but it was clear that the boy knew nothing of their world. The second thing that surprised her was the writing of the letter itself. The handwriting was spectacular, the tone polite and the message clear. Not many could boast this about their writing skills. But Minerva was a fair lady and decided that she was going to answer the letter as if it was written by any other muggleborn family. She wrote her response and started heading towards the owlery.

Harry was preparing the breakfast for the Dursleys when he was sent to retrieve the mail. He was surprised to see a response so soon but reasoned it after magic. He quickly finished all his chores which still took quite some time because of their sheer numbers. He entered his cupboard and started reading.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I must say that I was surprised to receive a letter from you. I was under the impression that you already knew about our world. Nevertheless, I will reach your home on 3rd August at 9 am sharp to explain you the basics of the magic community and escort you to the proper places to obtain your supplies for school. If you have any problems with this, please reply to this letter in the same way as your acceptance letter.

Yours sincerely

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry

Harry was ecstatic. He was going to meet a real magical person in two days and get his own magical supplies. He decided to wait until the last moment to inform his uncle and aunt lest he risked a beating.

It was the morning of 3rd August and Harry was up an hour earlier than his usual time to wake up. He started his chores and was finished with most by 8:45 am. He ran to his cupboard and changed into the best set of clothes that fit him. He saw the time, it was 8:55. He walked to his uncle and cleared his throat, "Uncle, I have recently found that I am a wizard and have called someone to help me understand magic."

As soon as had spoken the word 'wizard', his uncle's head snapped to his face and he rose threateningly and said, "How did you found that out, you little freak?"

"You knew?", Harry asked, confusion laced his voice.

"Of course we knew. We tried to beat it from you but it seems we didn't try hard enough. Well, we will have to remedy that, won't we?" Vernon said angrily. Suddenly the clock chimed and a crack was heard in the front lawn. Vernon quickly pushed Harry in the cupboard and answered the door.

A lady wearing dark green robes stood in the doorway. Her hair was done in a bun. "Good morning, Mr. Dursley I assume. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall and I would like to talk to your nephew. I assume he informed you of my arrival? May I come in by the way?" The lady asked.

"I have no nephew and I don't know what you are talking about. Please leave. I will not have freaks loitering on my lawn." Vernon exclaimed while trying to shut the door.

Minerva McGonagall was many things but not blind when it came to a family not accepting their child's magical ability. She held her wand threateningly and stepped into the house. Inside Petunia and Dudley Dursley were having breakfast but Minerva could find anyone remotely resembling one of her most favorite students, James Potter.

"See no one here. Now if you will."Vernon exclaimed. Minerva quickly spoke "Homenium Revelio". A light shone inside the cupboard. "Who's inside Dursley?" she asked in a no-nonsense way.

Vernon kept quiet so she walked to the cupboard and cast "Alohomora". The cupboard's door swung open to reveal a thin child with a lightning scar on his forehead. "Are you Harry Potter?" Harry nodded. "Come out. No one will hurt you. I will make sure of that." Harry made his way out of the cupboard and showed McGonagall the way to the living room.

They made their way to the room and sat on the sofa, though Harry sat reluctantly. "So Mr. Potter first let me welcome you to the magical world. Now I am sure you will have many questions regarding it and I will try my best to answer them."

Now Mr. Potter any more questions?"

"Yes ma'am, just one, what are the limitations of magic, I mean is there something it can't do?" Harry asked in a curious tone.

"I am impressed Mr. Potter, not many have such a mindset regarding magic. To answer your question, yes there are limitations to magic. It cannot raise the dead though it can prolong life. The dead may be animated using dark arts but such practices are heavily frowned upon. We also cannot create life though animation still helps here. But anything else is possible. We can make someone extremely lucky, conjure things or even change someone's body though that trait is rare." McGonagall answered while Harry perked up at that part; he had always wanted to hide his scar.

"Professor, when you said change someone's body, what is the extent of such transformations?" Harry asked.

"It depends, Mr. Potter. Most wizards can make small changes like changing the color of their skin or vanishing acne, but few wizards do have the ability to make complex changes like growing their hair or changing their face." McGonagall said hoping she didn't break the child's heart.

"I have done that, I once grew my hair when Aunt Petunia cut it really short." Harry exclaimed.

"Mr. Potter are you serious? Because you may be a metamorphmagus. Well you are full of surprises. But enough talk, we have to get your supplies and most importantly your wand."

"A wand professor?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yes Mr. Potter, most magic users require a focus, so to speak, for their magic. A wand acts as one. Some who study wand lore even say they have minds of their own. So let's begin your magical journey Mr. Potter. But first, we will have to pick up another young witch like you. She also needs to get her supplies. One Miss Hermione Jean Granger."