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Child of No One

By Joshua T. Bell

"Joshua Bell!" Screamed a voice from down the stairs, "GET DOWN HERE NOW!" The British accent was easily distinguished to be the caretaker, but he didn't care. He just smiled as moved slowly down the stairs.

"I'm coming Nana..." Josh stated with a small snide remark on the edge of his tongue. He just continued down the steps and looked at the fat housekeeper.

"You will remove all those books from the floor at this instant, or I swear to the God Almighty, that you will never see them again!" Her voice was filled with anger and hatred, but a vein in her head was definitely popping out of her head, wanting to explode.

"You burn those books, and I swear to the God Almighty, that you will never live to hear the end of it, and those nice China dishes you received from your Great Aunt will no longer be able to eat off of.." The I in the sentence was emphasized, but he didn't care much more than that. She walked off in with a humph sound coming either from a large legs clashing together, or from her large mouth that never seemed to shut up.

Josh moved easily down the stairs. His parents wouldn't be home for another few hours, but he still decided to clean up his books, and put away their clothes, which Nana had earlier refused to put away. He returned upstairs and put his clothes into his mother's oak closet, and put his encyclopedias into the large story chest beside his bed. A sigh was released from his lungs as he lay on his bed. It was nearly the 18th of June, almost a month after his birthday, and yet he gotten all of his presents. He just smiled as his eyes drifted shut. He quickly moved his glasses to the side of his bed, and finally sleep overcame him.

Joshua Bell was only 11 at the time, but it didn't matter. He was still shorter than anyone else in his class. They were all tall, while he was like a dwarf under them. His hair was a dark brown, and seemed to always be in a mess, except when he felt like doing something with it. His blue eyes were covered with a small set of glasses that changed his look immensely, if he didn't have them on.

A small 'hoot' awoke him. His eyes were hazy but another 'hoot' made them more aware. He quickly grabbed for his glasses, and they were easily put on his face. He was more aware than ever. He moved towards the balcony door and opened it. The 'hooting' grew louder as he exited his inner domain, and entered into the small balcony. Finally, a large barn owl flew down, and landed on the small railing. A letter was attached to its beak.

An inner urge drew him near. He moved close to the barn owl, a small sense of weirdness overcoming him. He grabbed at the letter from the beak, but the owl didn't even flinch. As soon as he had grabbed the letter, the owl just opened its wings and flew off in the same direction it had come. Josh looked for a few more minutes towards the owl, but as he looked down at the letter, his mind yearned to open it.

He turned it over, and looked at the seal. Four animals were placed on it, which made it seem even it a little weirder. The animals were within a large crest, a badger, an eagle, a lion, and finally a snake. He looked at it with awe, as if it held something magical. He broke the crest, and opened the letter, which read;

Dear Mr. Bell

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

He looked at it for a second, with a smile on his face, "Is it real?" He whispered as he looked at his next sheet of paper.

Uniform

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

He only read that, but it went on saying he needed everything to cauldrons to wands. He let out a small laugh as he saw another owl fly by, as if they were delivering another letter. "Come here!" Josh whispered loudly. He needed the owl. It glided over and stopped. A letter still clutched in its beak, "Wait here!" Josh stated to the owl. He ran into his room and grabbed some paper. He quickly wrote a small letter, and handed it to the owl.

Dear Professor McGonagall,

Where can I get all this stuff? I will be arriving at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on time, but I know not where to find these objects.

Thank You

Sincerely,

Joshua T. Bell

A smile was all the way across Josh's face. He had never been happier. He let out a large laugh, as he entered his room and closed his door. The smile was stamped on his face, but it quickly left.

Jennifer and Todd Bell were standing there looking at him. Their nightclothes were easily seen to be thrown on quickly. Their expressions were of pure anger. Nana came running up the stairs, her own nightgown a lavender, which seemed odd that they made nightgowns in THAT size.

"What are you doing out on your balcony?" Todd sneered at his son. His voice was low and demanding. It didn't even seem like he had been sleeping at all. His 6' tall height made him seem almost like a giant.

"And what were you doing owling someone?" Jennifer replied, "We do not want magic in the family, and that means you are not going to Hogwarts.." Her voice was confident and yet very odd. She had never said anything about owling, or magic before. Hogwarts was a word he had never heard said before, but now it seemed as if she had said it before.

"What?" Josh questioned looking at her, "How did you know?"

"I know a lot more than you think I do. Now give me the letter," She stated holding on her hand. Her nails were polished red, while her hair seemed to have been combed already and her clothes to have been pressed, "The letter.." Her voice and tone were pure seriousness he wasn't going to be able to go.

"You can't stop me from going," Josh stated his own voice being pure seriousness.

"You are not going to end up like your stupid parents," Todd stated his own voice being terrible and ruthless.

"What are you talking about?" He stated in return, a look of awe had polished his face.

"Do you think we could actually be your parents? Look at us, look at you. You are nothing like us. We have some type of sophistication, while you…you don't have anything except your own dreams. If your parents hadn't gotten them selves killed, we would not have found you, and thought we could raise you." Jennifer stated, her face looked as if horns could have grown from her head.

"And then that stupid person in robes said to let you go to school. You are nothing like us, and if you decide to go to that school, we will pay for it, but don't expect for us to be here when you are finished." Todd snarled out.

Josh looked at his parents, or who he once thought to be his parents. He had never heard of this before. Never thought that anyone but them were his parents. They had never acted like this, never even gave out such a hint. Now, they had given him a chance, a chance to be what he wanted, to be with people who were like him, but he would never see them again.

"I'm going.." He said in a hoarse voice. He looked at them, and through her serious face. You could clearly see a tear fall from Jennifer's face.

Todd looked at him, his face and voice both held the same steady seriousness. He pulled out his wallet. He wrote out a check for $1,000, and handed it to Josh, "Pack tonight, tomorrow I am taking you to the last place you will ever see us." He turned and left, Jenny followed behind. Nana continued back down the stairs.

Josh felt a tear stain his face. He shut the door, and lay down on his bed. Tears flooded his cheeks, and after an hour. He had cried himself out. His life had changed drastically in just a few seconds. He was something he thought could never happen. His parents were frauds. His true parents were not even a memory within his head. His life was all in a frenzy. It was as if he had started a new, he had started a new. A new life without parents. Without someone who was behind him. He started a new life alone. He began to pack for the next day.