THE SQUIB'S STORY I am a Squib. I was born to a wizarding family, the Filches. They could have only one child, and that was me. My mother hadn't the strength to carry another child to term. They expected for me to have normal wizarding abillities. So, when I demonstrated no skills in that field, they simply thought I was a late bloomer. But the summer of my eleventh birthday, and when I recieved no letter from Hogwarts, my family was saddened. But they sent a letter to Smeltings, asking that I be accepted despite the lateness. And so, when most of my wizard friends were in Hogwarts, I was in a place where people carried sticks to beat each other with. I went quickly through those years, and was somewhat happy. My parents did what they could for me, and when they died, Headmaster Dippet offered me a job, which I took. Not soon after, though, he died and Albus Dumbledore became headmaster. In all this time, I dated an older woman by two years. She had been widowed, and was called Mrs. Noreena Norris. We fell in love, and she was a squib, like me. We were thinking about getting married, until Voldemort came. Voldemort came near the place where Noreena was picking flowers, to spice up our home, and my office. Voldemort hated Squibs, but because she was genuinely beautiful (long orangish hair, greenish eyes, five foot nine and quite thin) he spared her life, but turned her into a cat. He granted me something I had wanted, though, because my family served him faithfully, he allowed Noreena and I to communicate telepathically. Afterward, however, my family released information to Dumbledore, and Voldemort killed them for their treachery. And so I was alone. Mrs. Norris patrols at nights with me, as my hatred of wizards and all magical people grow. And now, Voldemort is gone, and there are two more big problems in my life.
Fred and George Weasley.
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