A woman sat in a rocking chair in her quiet home late at night. She absent minded rubbed her swollen stomach as she thought deeply looking at the almost full moon. She was sat in her baby daughters room listening to her daughter's soft breathing. But the woman knew her daughter was special.
There came a faint knocking at the window of the nursery and startled the woman out of her thoughts. There was an owl pecking at the window with a letter in its beak. Standing up awkwardly the woman quietly opened the window for the bird whom flew in and landed on the back of the chair she'd previously been in. Smiling softly she gently took the letter from it's beak and opened it.

Dear Claudia,
We have received your letter of inquiry and have decided to accept. There is a family, the Potters, in England willing to adopt your daughter and there is a place reserved for her at Hogwarts school of Witch craft and Wizardry for when she reaches the age of 11.
If you would like we can arrange a meeting between yourself and the family.
Best wishes,
Kingsley

The woman smiled at what the letter contained. It broke her heart to give up her daughter but she knew she had to. Her and her husband weren't equipped to look after her and with another child on the way it would put great strain on the family. Kingsley was an old friend of hers and her best friend. Claudia's closest friend had happened to be a witch and Claudia had found out but kept it secret. When her friend had laid eyes upon her daughter she knew the little girl was magical. Since then Claudia had been in contact with Kingsley explaining the situation and had organised the little girl to be adopted. So far her husband knew nothing because it involved a world he was not apart of. She knew she should tell him but she knew how it would end. He would persuade her to keep their daughter and when she grew older she would display differences no one would be able to explain. It was for the best that he didn't know and they slipped the daughter away quietly in the night and feigned kidnapping the next morning.
With silent tears falling down her face she wrote a reply to Kingsley saying a meeting was unnecessary she trusted whomever Kingsley and her friend had chosen. She knew her friend would keep a close eye on her daughter.

Two nights later a dark figure opened the unlocked window and dropped a few drops of purple liquid into the sleeping toddler's open mouth. The cloaked figure packed a small bag that awaited on the rocking chair in the room with a few of the child's clothes and toys. The figure then gently wrapped the child in a blanket and picked it up delicately before fleeing out the window on a broom.