Ok, so this is my first actually written down fanfic. I love taking mean or evil characters that have little explained about their lives and elaborate on them. So here is my story on the teenage life of the Hogwarts caretaker, Argus Filch. This story will explain how he came to Hogwarts, why he's so bitter, what he has against Dumbledore, who Mrs. Norris really is, and just why he hates dung bombs and Fanged Frisbees so much. Enjoy!

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"Come on, Argie," called Emilia Filch over her shoulder as she walked through the crowded train station. Her brother Argus, lagged behind, laden with trunks and bags. "We don't want to miss the train!" Argus smiled ruefully. It had always been his dream to attend Hogwarts with his sister, but now, his wish had been granted, and it seemed like fate was laughing in his face.

"Ha ha!" it seemed to jeer, "this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"No!" he wanted to say, "This isn't what I wanted at all! I didn't mean it that way!" but there was no going back.

Argus tried to catch up with his sister, but without avail. She was just to fast. And he was so small and weak. The trunks also didn't seem to be helping. Carrying everything he had ever owned wasn't to be an easy task. Finally, he got to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Emilia had waited for him. Now she held out a hand.

"I know its hard, Argus, but you know that this is the only place left. Here, you go first." Argus looked at the barrier doubtfully.

"Will it work for me?"

"I asked if they could open it up for you today. They said absolutely."

"Ok, thanks Emilia," said Argus. He inhaled and walked at the barrier. He felt it push back a little and felt a sliver of doubt rise in his chest, but then, reluctantly, the pressure gave. He walked through the barrier onto platform 9 ¾. Moments later, Emilia had materialized beside him.

"This way," said Emilia gesturing in a general direction. Argus obediently followed. They walked through an open door to find themselves in a pleasantly furnished train compartment.

"It didn't look this big from the outside!" exclaimed Argus, very confused.

"It's a simple charm," explained Emilia, "It is not this big form the outside."

"I wish I had magic." Argus murmured. "It makes everything possible." Emilia lovingly put an arm around Argus.

"I know, Argus. I know."

The thing about Argus was that he was a squib. He had been born into a magical family, but had hardly any magic in him. There were two categories of squibs in the world: total squibs and partial squibs. Argus was a partial squib. Unlike with a total squib, a magic wand would react in his hand. He had powers, oh yes, but not enough to count for anything. Usually, if he tried to do a spell, it would go terribly wrong. But at least, He had magic in him. Programs were being developed everyday to help partial squibs. He still had a chance.

Argus had grown up in a wealthy pureblooded family. His sister, Emilia, was two years older than him, and a brilliant herbologist. She was in her sixth year at Hogwarts, and was a prefect in the Hufflepuff house. Argus had been homeschooled by his parents, and even though he could do no magic himself, he knew as much about it as any fourth year Hogwarts student. He had been genuinely happy. Of course there had always been his inevitable want to be normal, but he tried to ignore it. Then, the awful had happened; his parents had been killed in a run in with Shinoburinga, a dark wizard, who they had met while traveling in Japan on a family vacation. The ministry decided that the two young Filches could not be put into muggle orphanages, so it was decided that Argus would live at Hogwarts with his sister for her remaining two years and then when she graduated, he would go with her. They would live at the school year round. Argus was getting his lifetime wish at huge costs.

Te doors to the train close and Argus felt the train begin to move. He glanced at his sister.

"We're really going aren't we?"

"Yes, we are."