Here is the next chapter. I combined chapters two and three of Stephhes story but added some more. That's all for now!
In hindsight I know I really shouldn't have shouted at my mum. It wasn't her fault I didn't believe her then. Scooter had explained to me that magic was real and that he was a wizard and so was Tony. He pulled out his wand and made some things fly round the room. I was so overwhelmed by it that I nearly fainted and so I had to cancel an interview I was going to do with a radio station and I had another station actually come to my hotel room.
Scooter, Tony and Mum are taking me to Diagon Alley so I can get all my stuff for school. We are traveling there through something called "side-along apparition". I wasn't too sure what we were doing until I was suddenly pulled from my living room in Atlanta to a small, grimy pub in London. When we went to get stuff for potions class (I wonder if that is like science) the ingredients put me right off. There was the brain of this, and the stomach of that. The ice cream I had from Florien Fortescue's ice cream parlor came back up when I smelt the inside of the dark and damp little shop. I apologized many times for puking in the goat's blood.
The robes I have to wear are so odd, I am so embarrassed to wear them and I hope no fan girls see me wearing them, but they were strangely very comfortable. Ohhh no, my fans! The one of many reasons I had second thoughts about agreeing to go to Hogwarts. Mum said that I would be sent to England and I won't be able to perform or see my fans. I loved my new life as a superstar, I would really miss all the screaming girls but the idea of magic just fascinated me too much to pass up this opportunity.
Finally, what I've been waiting for. My wand! We are going into Ollivander's wand shop to get it. It looked like a grimy small shoe store but with all the wands behind the desk. Oh the wands! There were millions of them! I was walking up to the counter when I heard a feeble yet strong voice say "I wondered if I'd ever see you, Mr. Bieber." I turned around seeing an old man coming through a supposedly secret door. I assumed he was Mr. Ollivander. "Well, let me see." He picked up a long tape measure off the counter that had silver markings. "Which is your wand arm?" He asked.
"Um, I'm left handed."
"Hold out your arm please." I got measured finger tips to armpits. Head to toe. Every possible way you can imagine. While I was being measured I soon realized that the tape measure was measuring me all by itself. Mr. Ollivander was explaining to me about his wands while taking down boxes. "That will do." He told the tape measure, and the tape measure fell to the floor. "Try this one, Mr. Bieber. Beachwood and Phoenix feather just wave it around a bit." I waved it around feeling very stupid. Mr. Ollivander grabbed it back. I tried out Maple with unicorn hair, Willow with dragon heartstring, mahogany with vela hair and many, many, many, more. I have absolutely no idea what Mr. Ollivander is waiting for. Maybe my magic ran out. But finally, it happened. Mr. Ollivander handed me a Holly with Ashwinder Ash and I waved it feeling warmth in my fingers having wind through my hair and red fireworks exploding above my head. "My, my, Mr. Bieber. In all my years of wand selling, I have never; I repeat never, have seen a wand glow and emit that many sparks! You will do great things Bieber, great things. That will be seven galleons." We paid and left, hearing Mr. Ollivander muttering not even with Harry Potter…
I hadn't slept last night because I was worrying about what my new life would bring as a wizard and so I was lying in my bed when mum came in to get me up. It was still dark because I had to leave early to catch a flight to London to get on a strange train that would take me to my new school. I was really worried about going to England by myself because I had to remember what my mum told me about getting to the wizard only platform "9 ¾".
As soon as mum got into the room and sat on the end of my bed I knew by the look on her face that something was up.
"Justin, honey," she began, "there is something I didn't tell you about going to Hogwarts."
"Just tell me mum," I said in reply. "It can't be all that bad."
"Okay," Mum took a large breath before continuing. "Remember the part of the letter I said I would explain to you later?" When I nodded she continued "Well most people, actually everyone except you, get their magical ability when they turn 11 and when you were 12 and you didn't have any magic I thought you had turned out like your father, a muggle, but do you remember a few weeks ago when you were singing and you broke your leg, but by the time you got to the hospital, it had fully healed?"
I had forgotten about that. My leg was defiantly broken, when the bone is sticking out you know you have a problem, but my mum wrapped it up before calling an ambulance and when they took me to the hospital my leg was fine. It didn't even hurt. I personally thought I was crazy and everyone else around me.
"Well, Justin that was your magic showing itself." Mum exhaled as she finished her speech.
"What has this got to do with anything, I'm still defiantly aloud to go to Hogwarts, right?"
"Yes honey, it's just your 15. You should be half way through your schooling at Hogwarts not anxiously waiting to get on the Hogwarts Express for the first time." Mum said, with a tone that sounded almost like pity.
"Okay mum, so I won't be the youngest but there will be other older students like me, right?" I questioned.
"Yeah, Justin, it's just the students your age will all know a whole bunch of magic and will be out of school in 3 years." Mum looked away from me and she didn't meet my eyes.
"What?" I said jumping out of bed in a fit of rage. "I'll be the weird old loser who doesn't know anyone? Thanks for telling me before I signed on to your weirdness wagon."
I walked out of my room, slammed the door and ran for my bike. I didn't care that I was still in my pajamas or that there could be silly little girls waiting for me. I was getting out of my house to think.
It was getting late so I decided it was time to cycle back home. I had calmed down heaps since this morning but I missed my flight to London so mum will have to take me to the train via side-along apparition like before.
Yes, I had decided to go to Hogwarts even though I was older than the students who would be working at my level. I realized that because I was the Justin Bieber that all the girls are going to like me anyway and they won't mind that I am completely ignorant about magic.
I dumped my bike near the garage, and surprisingly I was grateful for the lack of girls hanging around my house. I had an apology planned out in my head; I just hoped mum would still let me go to Hogwarts after I got angry.
When mum opened the door for me, as I had forgotten my key in my haste to leave the house, I quickly embraced her and apologized repeatedly. I said my pre-planned sorry speech asking mum to let me go anyway.
"Don't be silly baby, I would have reacted the same way," Mum said in response.
I told her about my plan to get to school by apparition and my mum laughed at her own silliness of planning on sending me on a long flight when I could just have a few seconds of discomfort instead.
I quickly finished packing everything and got into bed eagerly waiting for the first rays of sunshine.
After saying their goodbyes, Tony and Scooter left me and mum to have a proper goodbye because I wasn't going to see her until Christmas. Mum gave that silly little "mum speech" that reminded me to brush my teeth, be nice, and not to go into the forest. I was confused by the last part because I didn't know about any forests that I would have the inclination to journey into but mum just told me to wait until I got Hogwarts.
After experiencing the few seconds of discomfort I had learnt to associate with apparition, I found myself in a disabled toilet cubical with my mum.
"Hurry up Justin, we have to get to the train by 11.00am and so we only have 10 minutes" Mum whispered.
I heaved my trunk off the floor and mum pushed open the door and we left the bathroom only after receiving a few strange looks from some of the older ladies who could not believe that we had been in the same bathroom.
We half walked/ half ran to platforms 9 and 10 just in time for mum to push us through a solid brick wall and then push me onto the train. I was disorientated to jump from gray London to the vibrant, rich colors of the Hogwarts Express so I opened the door to an empty carriage and flopped onto the seat.
A small boy with flaming red hair and freckles a plenty opened the door and asked in a weak voice if he could please sit with me as there were no other free carriages. When I agreed he sat down opposite me and introduced himself.
"I'm Ron, Ron Weasley" the small boy said. "And who are you?"
I was taken aback by the fact that this boy did not know who I was but I let it slip my mind and said "I'm Justin, Justin Bieber".
Before I could start to get to know Ron the door opened again and another small boy, this time with raven black hair and simple black glasses, asked if he could join us. It turns out that Ron knew the new guy, Harry Potter. I couldn't believe it. Ron knew a random little 11year old kid but he didn't know who I was.
I was too excited to really think about it and so Harry, Ron and I settled into a nice easy conversation that mainly revolved around Ron telling us about magic he had learnt from his parents and brothers. He said his older twin brothers taught him to turn his rat yellow, he took out his wand and recited the spell "Sunshine, daises, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat, yellow!" He waved his wand but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed fast asleep. Harry had a snowy owl. He named her Hedwig.
Both Harry and Ron were surprised I was only starting the first grade but they didn't seem to mind once I explained how I didn't have magic before but I suddenly bloomed at the age of 15.
A voice called down the train that we would be in Hogwarts in an hour so we changed into our ugly robes. I was embarrassed because I was unsure to the reaction my fans at Hogwarts would give me for wearing a DRESS. Ron was embarrassed about the condition his were in. He had 5 older brothers so his clothes had been through many hands but it was Harry's reaction that surprised me. He seemed at home in the robes, like he was getting a new start in life.
The train rolled to a stop and took one last breath as an ignorant muggle and embraced the challenge of magic that was about to hit me.
That's all for this chapter! Review and tell me if you liked what I did to it. I may start combining the chapters of hers until I get to the part where it's all me.
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