Astronomy – Assignment 3 – Representing a character [Argus Filch]

Once Upon A Dream

It really was a terrible feeling to walk around Hogwarts, cleaning up after all those children who take their magic for granted. Would it really be that difficult to simply utter a word and clean up after themselves?

He hated the fact that the only way he could come to Hogwarts was as a caretaker.

He still remembered his eleventh birthday, so very, very long ago now. He had excitedly waited the owl that would give him permission to attend Hogwarts. He had wanted to see that majestic castle that his parents had always told him about, with moving staircases and enchanted doors; the secret passageways that were only found when they were needed.

He had wanted to be able to explore the castle. In a way, he had gotten his dream, but now he was forced to know as much as he could about the castle. It wasn't curiosity that drove him to explore as much of the castle as possible, but necessity.

He hated that the childish excitement of exploring had been robbed from him, just because he didn't have what so many people took for granted.

It simply wasn't fair.

He hated his job, but he was grateful for the opportunity it gave him. He shuddered at the thought of never seeing the spectacular sight that Hogwarts always was. The castle never grew old, never got boring.

His luck never stopped the feeling of unhappiness that spread over him every time he saw one of the students thoughtlessly whip out their wand.

He wished he could do the same.

He wished he could feel the comforting feeling of a wand that so many books described. He wished he could experience the surge of magic flowing through his body as he had read so many times.

He couldn't have it though. He could only watch it.

He could tell all the little spells and charms apart. He knew all the little flicks and swishes necessary to perform the magic. The magic was simply never there.

Nothing met him when he was scared or angry. Nothing exploded when he was in a towering rage. Nothing ever happened.

He should have known when he had seen his parents' sad smiles. He should have realized in their hushed whispers, and murmured conversations. He should have realized how little they used magic around him.

They had known the entire time, but had wanted to give him hope.

Staring at the broom in his hands, he knew there never had been any hope.

They had just wanted him to be happy, but they hadn't realized the cost of that small happiness they had managed to save.

Maybe if they had simply just told him it would have been different. Maybe he could have been happy in the muggle world with no dreams of Hogwarts.

Sometimes he wished he had never heard of his father's adventures in Hogwarts.

Then he realized that it would truly be a tragedy to never see Hogwarts in all its glory, and he would never allow anyone to destroy her beauty.

He caught a glimpse of a pair of red-heads, and his heart sank again.

"Oi! You two! What do you think you're doing?"