Prologue

Harry Potter was not normal.
Pretty, sweet, polite, and kind maybe... but never normal.
Oh, she knew this all too well- had ever since she was set down carefully in the wooden cradle as the elder Potters were distracted, the other small crying baby she was meant to look like being carried off by a man with pointed ears.
OR
The one in which Trelawney is a hack and there was a BETTER prophesy given to people who could actually make a friggin' difference (and who actually cared)