ABANDONED
"The days were brighter, gardens more blooming, The nights had more hope in their silence. The Wild was calling, Wishes were whispering, The time was there but without a meaning…" Nightwish
Love. Joy. Life. Argus Filch happily stared out of the kitchen window at the bright blue sky with the sun shooting its fiery arrows him in the face. He couldn't tell exactly what was going on in his heart, but it was something he didn't want to disappear.
He'd just turned 11… He'd just realized what was his destiny and only now absolutely clearly imagined himself in a new cloak with a Slytherin badge on his chest and a wand in his hand. The future was wide open… though was it?
The boy suddenly felt the fear crawling into his heart. What if they made a mistake? What if they forgot to send him a letter? Argus shook his head and looked at a huge birthday cake and his parents, sitting just opposite to him. They were smiling at him, they were proud of him…
And then it happened… Yes, it was an owl! It brought the letter from Hogwarts! Argus felt a strange sensation in his stomach; his heart fastened its beat… He nervously watched his father, a wizard from the famous Ministry of Magic, open the envelope and read several lines written there…
And then his heart stopped. Pale… his parents turned as white as a wing of a sea-gull. Argus wasn't sure about what that meant…
'I don't believe it,' muttered Mr. Filch, Argus heard the familiar notes of fury and scorn in his voice… his father had a horrible temper and now it seemed ready to get out on the surface again.
'Jacob, please… it's not his fault…' Mrs. Filch looked frightened.
'It's definitely not mine either,' he crashed a mirror on the wall with a fist and his eyes furiously flashed as he glanced at his son. It was a quick look, but it felt as if Argus had just got shot. 'Squib… What a disgrace to our family!'
With these words Mr.Filch left… leaving broken not only the mirror, but also his poor son's heart.
'Am… sweetie,' he suddenly felt strange disgust towards his mother, who moved closer to him with the tears in her eyes and pushed her away, when she tried to hug him…
It was a strange feeling, for he never was rebellious. But now everything seemed to turn upside down in his soul: love turned into hate, kindness into wickedness, pride into humility…
'Argus, dear…' his mother made another attempt to hug her son, but he jumped up and rushed away from her.
'NO! I'm not a wizard! I'm not and you hate me for that, I know you do! You're disgusted with me!' and he ran out of the house into the empty street and continued running, ignoring the cries of his mother left somewhere behind his back…
Argus, poor little Argus… tears rushed down his cheeks, he tried to wipe them with his sleeves, but they continued flowing… and he cried, although he tried not no… he couldn't stop.
The birthday was always the happiest date of the year for him, but this one became the funeral, the funeral of his dreams…
"The days departed, Gardens deserted, Their frail world his only rest. The Wild calls no more, Wishes so hollow… The barefoot boy weeping in an empty night." Nightwish