Fliching Lies.

The Great hall was bustling with students and teachers and what not. He had never seen anything like this. The strange ceiling which made it hard to believe that there even was a ceiling. The golden chandeliers hanging in the air, the candles floating around giving the hall a golden hue as if it was bathing in the light of the ever beautiful sun.

Oh, the unsung beauty of it. Girls and Boys; chattering away, wearing different colors about which he knew nothing but he liked it. He liked everything so far.

The castle, the lake, the train, the teachers, the strange sweets and other things. He was sure he had seen a ghost floating by not before.

And then, she came. It was time for the sorting. He was nervous but not enough to dull the cheer as he found that the hat could sing.

Soon, they started calling names and then it was his turn. He wondered, wondered where would he go. Was he brave? Or was he cunning? Or did he valued loyality or knowledge? He was sure the hat would know.

He waited for the answer but what he hadn't expected was this.

"How–on my honor, I say, how dare you bring a squib to Hogwarts?" It was all he could do to not tremble as every other student craned to look at him, at his face. The silence thickened until the Deputy Headmistress asked, as quietly as possible, "are you sure...? This can't he–"

"Oh, I am sure Minevra, I am sure. This one's a squib, get me off him!" The hat on his head muttered, and he to not to be so unjust, threw the hat off his head with trembling hands as he ran forward in utter humiliation..

How could that happen...

How indeed.

He decided he needed to get going, for all he knew, squibs weren't allowed to even see Hogwarts and he was sure he had done a crime by placing the hat on his head. Oh, he should have told them when he had time. That he didn't had magic.

Tears flowed out of his eyes as he ran but suddenly, suddenly he was jerked up in the air by a invisible force and turned around to find the headmaster walking towards him with his teachers beside him. Dumbledore let's him down.

A small cat was in Headmistress' hands and that's when he realized that it wasn't some cat but his own. He silently cries, hoping that Dumbledore won't hang him by the toes.

Minevra McGonagall hadn't seen or even heard of something like this in her life but then she didn't had a very long life to compare it. She glances at the headmaster and then at the weeping child before speaking, "I think this is yours...it got out while you were running." She handed him the cat delicately.

He takes it, shyly peaking at Dumbledore from behind his lashes. The panic bubbles up inside him.

Albus Dumbledore stares at him, the usual twinkle lost, he gazes at him as if hoping that the answer would appear out of nowhere. At last he sighs, accepting that he didn't had a answer and places his hand on the boy's shoulder, warmly. The Boy flinches, clutching his kitten wildly, he mutters. "Please don't kill me..."

Dumbledore ignores it and says, very gravely, "I am sure we will find something for you Argus."

And Argus, nods shivering while clutching his cat to his heart as it licks his face.