Hey guys, this is BaileeXOXO. You all know that originally stephhe wrote this, but she didn't want to write it any more. I promise not to change the storyline to much, just so it's easier for me to write and how I can understand this. She sent me a pm on how she was going with this so I know what to do. Thanks, and I hope you guys like it as much as you liked her version. I kept this chapter the same as it's the beginning of the story and explains the plot. Plus I just couldn't figure out what I could do.
"JB, that show was great" Scooter Braun, my manager said and I had to agree. The crowd had been wild, the girls screamed so loud tonight.
"Yeah, Sydney is epic." I said in reply as my mum ran into the room and embraced me in a big hug. She always did this after every performance. I shuffled awkwardly out of the hug while Scooter laughed silently at my predicament.
"Happy birthday baby" Mum said, embarrassing me more. I hated being called "baby". That's what I call my screaming girls. They're either shawty or baby. "I have a surprise for you Justin."
Awesome, I thought, hopefully it's that new iPhone I want. "Thanks mum, where is it?"
"On the table honey" I ran out to the table and I saw on it a tan envelope.
"What is it mum?" I asked, confused by the envelope's color, just like someone had dropped the paper in a cup of coffee.
"Just open it honey" she said, so I did.
The color of the envelope quickly shifted to the back of my mind as the contents of the letter almost overwhelmed me.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Bieber,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
As you know, your entry into this school is late for your age as your magic has only just appeared within you but you will begin your studies from the first grade like all beginners. You will however, be placed in a dorm with students your own age, as per the pre-organized arrangements.
Term begins 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
"What kind of joke is this mum?" I shouted back to her. "It says witchcraft. That doesn't exist"
"It's real Justin, I really should have told you this earlier" My mum said. She motioned for me to sit down on the couch beside her.
When I was seated she continued, "Honey, I'm a witch. And that means that you're a wizard."
I jumped up and exclaimed, "You can't be serious. If this is some kind of sick joke, mum, I don't think it's funny". My mum's face was sad but I didn't care. If she was going to confuse me like this then I was going to leave.
I grabbed my phone and wallet and ran to my bike. I was only 15 so I couldn't drive yet so the bike would have to do. If I called my driver to pick me up it would only just waste time.
After riding around Sydney I decided that I should go back to the hotel, I had nowhere else to go. I dumped my bike in the car park and put on my winning smile. I walked to the lobby and was greeted by quite a few girls who had managed to work out where I was staying. About 5minutes into signing autographs and taking photos with the hot girls I looked up to see the angry faces of Scooter and Tony, my bodyguard. Sadly I said goodbye to the girls and walked over to Scooter and Tony.
"C'mon JB, Pattie is worried sick", Tony said.
"Yeah, I'm sure mum is over the stupid joke thing now, right?" I said.
When I received no answer I looked right at Scooter and said "She's over it right?"
Tony pushed me into the elevator and I started to freak out. Firstly, I was going in an elevator. What if it stopped and we ran out of air? We would be stuck. I could feel the air thicken around us and I managed to choke out "Can't we take the stairs?" but the doors were closing.
"Sorry JB, there are girls in the stairwell waiting for you" Tony said.
"Are they hot?" was my immediate reply. Scooter burst into laughter and I started to feel the walls closing in on me again.
After seeing my distress Scooter stopped laughing and tried to calm me down by telling me it would be alright. It wasn't working but thankfully the familiar ding was heard and we stepped out into the hallway.
As soon as I had recovered from my bout of claustrophobia Scooter dragged me to the wall and said, real quiet, "Your mum is serious."
One more round of applause to Stephhe. I will begin to change some stuff in the next chapter. So don't skip it if you already read it on Stephhe's profile.