This is what happens when Marley23 does research for his posts by asking his local expert. The local expert makes her own post.
::clears throat and pulls out a soapbox::
Lily and James did not register Harry when he was born. One does not register for Hogwarts. One is recognised as having the prerequisite magic required to be allowed to attend. Think about Neville. They were afraid that he didn’t have magic at all until his Great Uncle Algie dropped him out of a window and he bounced. He was eight years old, pretty far along in his childhood when you compare it to a newborn, don’t you think?
So how’s it done? There is an answer. There is, according to the Great and All Knowing J.K. Rowling Herself, (insert mocking here, I’m being facetious with the title, folks), a magic quill that records the birth of all magical children in Britain. Each year, McGonagall takes a look at the book it’s written down in, and sends off letters to all the kids that are turning eleven. Odd system, but hey, it seems to have worked for quite a long time (possibly for as long as a thousand years), so don’t knock it. Well, don’t knock it too badly. I could poke holes in it a mile wide, so I wouldn’t blame you for doing the same.
How they get the Muggleborns to actually believe them is beyond me. How they further manage to get them settled into Diagon Alley enough to purchase all their stuff when it’s clearly all very expensive… who knows? Certainly my folks would never have let me go without substantial proof. Plus all the religious concerns. (“Is there going to be kosher food for her there, hmm?”)
Though I suppose that they are quite used to recalcitrant parents, and have some sort of proof prepared to be provided at an easy to accept level. Else no Muggleborn would ever show up at Hogwarts, and the rates of accidental magic would become uncontrollable for the Ministry. Plus the Wizarding world would die out when the influx of new genes into the breeding pool stopped.
Alright. Before I significantly frighten you all even more than I am certain that I already have, and yes, I know I think waaaay too much about this stuff, I’ll just end right here.
::puts soapbox away:: Until next time–
–Sara