Mistaken: Chapter One
By Lexi Mac Gillivray
Disclaimer: I do not own Argus Filch etc.. but I do own Krys. Whip. (Okay, not really.)
Argus Filch was a lonely man. His daily life consisted of three things: attending to the interior of Hogwarts, insuring the absolute misery of the student body, and keeping his beloved Cat, Mrs. Norris, alive. Each day was no different from the last, though simplicity was the way Argus liked it.
Being a squib among learning Witches and Wizards was torture indeed, though Argus would have it no other way. There was merely no other job for him in the Wizarding World, having no magical talent. Nor would there be a place for him in the Muggle World, for even if there was he would not return. Having a taste of the Wizarding World, though unable to truly be apart of it, was enough to keep him there.
Although a Squib, Argus had inherited one thing from his Wizard parents: a long life. A long, miserable, lonely life. He had attended to the castle for many decades now, and had passed his prime. In his opinion, there was simply no place for a 97 year old Squib anymore. He had, the previous morning, resigned.
Although he had resigned, Argus still had to work at Hogwarts for the rest of the term. This is where our story begins. He was sitting in his office, a black leather-bound book opened upon his lap, quill in hand, when a soft knock echoed around the room. The black book snapped shut as Argus limped towards the door. He knew who this unexpected guest was. It had to be Albus Dumbledore, as no one else dared knock quite so gently on the cursed wooden door of his office.
He wrenched the door open and found himself staring into the face of a young girl, perhaps around the age of sixteen. She looked slightly startled at the manor of the door-opening, but she smiled nonetheless. A forced smile, Argus noticed bitterly.
"Who the hell are you?" He absent-mindedly noted the lack of school robes on the girl, and then realized he had never tortured her before. His curiousity increased to his great dislike.
"My name is Krystal VanBuren. I am to be your Apprentice."
By Lexi Mac Gillivray
Disclaimer: I do not own Argus Filch etc.. but I do own Krys. Whip. (Okay, not really.)
Argus Filch was a lonely man. His daily life consisted of three things: attending to the interior of Hogwarts, insuring the absolute misery of the student body, and keeping his beloved Cat, Mrs. Norris, alive. Each day was no different from the last, though simplicity was the way Argus liked it.
Being a squib among learning Witches and Wizards was torture indeed, though Argus would have it no other way. There was merely no other job for him in the Wizarding World, having no magical talent. Nor would there be a place for him in the Muggle World, for even if there was he would not return. Having a taste of the Wizarding World, though unable to truly be apart of it, was enough to keep him there.
Although a Squib, Argus had inherited one thing from his Wizard parents: a long life. A long, miserable, lonely life. He had attended to the castle for many decades now, and had passed his prime. In his opinion, there was simply no place for a 97 year old Squib anymore. He had, the previous morning, resigned.
Although he had resigned, Argus still had to work at Hogwarts for the rest of the term. This is where our story begins. He was sitting in his office, a black leather-bound book opened upon his lap, quill in hand, when a soft knock echoed around the room. The black book snapped shut as Argus limped towards the door. He knew who this unexpected guest was. It had to be Albus Dumbledore, as no one else dared knock quite so gently on the cursed wooden door of his office.
He wrenched the door open and found himself staring into the face of a young girl, perhaps around the age of sixteen. She looked slightly startled at the manor of the door-opening, but she smiled nonetheless. A forced smile, Argus noticed bitterly.
"Who the hell are you?" He absent-mindedly noted the lack of school robes on the girl, and then realized he had never tortured her before. His curiousity increased to his great dislike.
"My name is Krystal VanBuren. I am to be your Apprentice."
