A/N The first chapter was the longest simply because I began it in the beginning of December. This chapter and the third I wrote at midnight on the 4th of January.

Chapter Two

Argus Filch walked slowly towards Professor Dippet's office. He knew why the Headmaster had asked to see him. Argus was failing every class, with the rating of Troll in some classes, and, thanks to numerous essays, Dreadful or Poor in others. It's the wand's fault he told himself. Not my own.

Professor Dippet glanced up rubbing his hand over his nearly bald, pate. He had shied away from telling the boy the truth, holding onto the hope that the boy's powers might be latent; there had been a reason Argus received no Hogwarts letter.

Argus shuffled into the office. His light brown hair covered his eyes. He hoped it would hide any emotions he let slip.

"Argus," the headmaster let out a sigh, "I'm afraid I have some news that may not be pleasant. The truth is son, you're a squib."

Argus fought back tears. He had always known the truth, especially since most children showed some innate abilities. He had, with his mothers help, convinced himself that his wizarding abilities would manifest later.

"I can't go home sir," he stated with a trembling voice, "I don't know what my mother would say."

The Headmaster gave the boy a pitying glance. He had already talked to Mrs. Filch, she didn't want her son back. As a pureblood she felt no squib belonged as a member of her family. He had come up with the only solution he felt was possible. "I am prepared to apprentice you to Apollyon Pringle."

Argus didn't react. He new the man was a nihilarian, he did nothing of any importance. He couldn't go home though. "Thank you, sir."

On the way back to his dormitory Argus saw several sixth years tormenting a cat.

"Aguamenti!" Streams of water hit the bedraggled kitten. It let out desperate meows.

"Stop it!" Argus yelled. "You're not allowed to use magic in the corridors!" The older boys simply laughed. "I'll tell Mr. Pringle, I will." This inspired some fear in the boys, as the old caretaker was known for occasionally resorting to fourteenth century forms of torture during detention. They broke ranks and ran down the hall, laughing all the while. Argus ran to help the grey kitten.

"Hey kitty," he murmured, trying to gain its trust. The small bundle of wet fur shrank back from his hands. "Shhh… I'm not going to hurt you. Come here." Tentatively the kitten walked towards him. He hated those boys. They had the ability to do magic and look how they used it. If he had had a wand, one that worked at any rate, he would have gotten back at them. Determination can sometimes count for more than skill.

As the days passed the kitten grew more used to Argus. She would tolerate him petting her, even if she didn't quite condone it.

Christmas that year was by far the worst Filch had ever had. Usually he was given all sorts of gifts. This year his relatives had decided to follow his mother's example: give Argus nothing.

The minuscule ball of fur scrabbled its way onto the bed, nearly falling off the blankets, but catching herself with her claws. She leaped onto Argus' chest and, with all four paws firmly planted, gave him a lick with her tiny pink tongue.

The action, so small, was the best Christmas present Argus had ever received, even better than the Silver Arrow broom he had gotten the previous year.

"Well," he said thoughtfully, "if you like me this much you shall have to have a name. How does Mrs. Norris sound to you?"

A/N – I know it's supposed to be happy, but trust me it gets happier. Does anyone else have the urge to call Argus Angus? I kept accidentally typing it. I would suggest he should get a name change and become Scottish although my mother (a Scotswoman, might not approve and I would never hear the end of it) so it shall remain Argus.

Those FictionNetters here might recognize my sister, Georgia, also known as Lady of the Lake or Mage Aurian here. As I left the room to refresh myself with yet another (I can currently count six) can of diet Coke she stealthily finished my story for me. These were the results:

"Filchy my boy, what is wrong with you? You're acting like you aren't a wizard! You're expelled…. Here's a kitty cat to make you happy. Go have a passionate love affair with her." Since the Headmaster told him to do something, Filch took the advice and fell in love with the kitty who ended up transforming into a gorgeous girlnamed Sierra. "Oh Filch, Argy Filch. Oh, you are way too handsome for your own good… You look like Jason or Jacob with his hair spiked. Ooh Filch why be expelled? Let us elope!"

Argus smiled and got down on one knee and said, Sierra, Will you turn back into a cat and marry me?

Of course se did…. They got married and lived happily ever after. Sierra kept looking into the eyes of a spiky haired Jason (please let that be his name) And Argus kept looking into big yellow eyes of a kitty who he called (a pet name for Sierra, a very romantic one), Mrs. Norris. She called him Argyyy

And Sierra, the professor before dumbleeydore was dippet so you might wanna use that,

Lover you very much

Georgia (Aren't you happy I finished the story for you;)

Read and Review! P.S (Jason isn't very cute but he is definitely attractive due to personality – she thinks he's ugly, just cuz she doesn't know him)