Nobody understood his odd obsession.
The tall boy was curious as any boy of his age would be. Although Arthur Weasley was born to pure blood parents, it never stop his fascination he had about the world that wasn't his. As his days at Hogwarts cont...
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Arthur was the first ones to step out of the train and into the small boat that would transport all the first years to the castle. He stared at the reflection the lake gave him, and the lights that were lit as he approached closer to the school. He looked around him and smiled at the girl with red hair before turning his back to her. He wanted to step inside the Great Hall, where the most extravagant feast happens, according to his brothers.
"Come 'ere, first years!" A giant spoke very loudly to all the students. Fascinated on how a giant was even able to walk among them, they listened carefully to what else he had to say,
"I can't wait to see what's inside!" A boy with blonde hair and pale eyes said, his eyesight not leaving the giant doors. A lady with a tall hat, green robes and half circled glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, appeared and smiled softly at all the first years that stood in front of her. With their bright eyes and expanded minds, Minvera looked at all of them with a small eager to start teaching all of them in an instance. Arthur smiled up at her and the professor couldn't help but smile at the two boys.
"You will be sorted at once, one by one, going by last names." Arthur frowned. It was no use, he was going to be the last one to be sorted. He couldn't wait any longer, he just wanted to know what house he was going to join to make sure his brothers knew that he was going to be in any house that wasn't in Slytherin. The group of first years follow Minerva McGonagall into the great hall, leaving them speechless for a few minutes. Arthur grinned as he looked at the ceiling, relieved that the tales that his brothers have told him about shadows were all nothing but stories to scare him. He looked at the older students, when his gaze landed on Mark and John, who simply gave him two thumbs up. Arthur didn't listen to what houses the first handful of students had sorted, until he sat the boy with blonde hair move in his place.
"Filch, Argus." The entire group's gaze followed the boy, and listened carefully. Usually the hat would speak straight to the student and only the student, shocking everybody when he exclaimed to be taken off Argus's head.
"How dare he sit on this chair?!" The Headmaster stood up, confused on what was going on. The entire hall came into a silence, if a pin dropped it would be the only noise that would be heard. "A Squib!" The Hall suddenly grew loud with the mummers around him. Argus stayed sitted down, his pale eyes glowing with the unshed tears that threaten to fall. The sorting hat continue to cry in what could only be described as disgust.
"Hagrid, please escort him too..."
"Headmaster, I believe that there might be a solution."
"A squib had no place in our grounds, Albus. Let the sorting continue." There was a small meow which only led Argus to spill more tears. "Is that kitten with you?" The boy only nodded. The light haired man walked up to the headmaster, Arthur only wondering what would happen to boy who seemed so excited entering through the doors. "Please escort Mr.Filch and his kitten to my office." The professor smiled, and walked up to the crying boy. Without another word said about the situation, the woman continued to call students to their sorting. It felt eternal for Arthur to finally be to sit and get sorted.
"Prewett, Molly." He looked up as he looks at the red head girl sit on the stool. They shared a quick glance, which resulted in Molly to look away and look over at her three brothers who were showing her their crossed fingers and goofy grins. "GRYFFINDOR!" Fabian, Gideon and Billius jump from their spots and the twins wait for her to step down from the podium before grabbing her hands and practically drag her to the table, where they both hugged her. Molly felt nothing but joy and although she was going to be in the same house as her older annoying and total pain in the ass brothers, she really wouldn't have had it anyway. Patiently waiting for the boy to get sorted, Molly turned her head from her brothers and watched as one by one the students were sorted, and grabbed into Fabian's robe sleeves as the red head boy was the last one to be called up.
"Weasley, Arthur."
"Its her lover." Gideon whispered to Fabian, making Billius roll his eyes and eye the food with nothing but want.
"Let's hope he gets sorted into another house." Fabian replied. Molly tugged hard on her brother's sleeve and her leg began to shake as the hall became quiet once again to listen carefull at the verdict for the boy. "Look at her, she's helpless."
"I will curse you, Fabian."
"Feisty."
"GRYFFINDOR!" and in that moment, 3 boys groaned, two brothers cheered and one girl grinned so hard, her cheeks began to twitch.
Arthur proudly followed his brothers into the Gryffindor common room, ready to write to his parents that to his content, he had been sorted into the same house his father and his brother were sorted in. Although the sorting hat was about to sort him into Ravenclaw, and was ready to prove his brothers that he was indeed Ravenclaw material, the hat sat deep in Arthur's mind that the boy was more suited in the house of the Lion.
"I told you I was going to be in Gryffindor." Arthur taunted giving his brothers a grin.
"We knew you were going to join us, little Arthur." Mark smiled down at his brother, leaving Arthur just a tad confused.
"We just wanted you to know you were going to as well."
"But the..." John ruffles his hair, and smiles. "I hate you two."
"We know." The three brothers stared at each other in silence, before Arthur had broken it with a laugh of relief.
"By the way, what do you think they're going to do about Argus?" John looked at Mark and shared a shrug. Nobody knew what was going to happen to the Squib boy or his kitten. They all knew that Argus would be feeling nothing but embarrassment and shame for being what he was and even daring to step foot into a castle that had no use of him. "I just hope he gets to stay on the grounds."
"But why even torture your son to come to Hogwarts just so they can be embarrassed in front of everyone that attends it?" Molly asked frowning at the thought of the poor boy even pleading his mother to not send him through the exciting process of arriving and entering.
"Being a squib is hard, Molly. They're from magical parents."
"But they don't possess any magic themselves." Billius smiled at his sister. "I listen to you ramble, Billy.. Even if I seem to be falling asleep." Molly continued to think about the boy and his pet, hoping that even his arrival was not blamed on him. She never understood why parents would torture their children in ways that would haunt them forever. And she didn't even want to imagine the internal pain that Argus was going through as he listened to the Headmaster give him an alternative for his life.
