He watched her. Every night he watched her. She was beautiful, there was no denying it. He had never seen a creature more beautiful than she. He did not understand why no one else could see it. Her body was sleek, her hair shined, she was intelligent. The way she walked, the way she looked at you. And those eyes, you could see so many feelings and emotions in those eyes. They seemed to bore down into your soul. They would walk the castle very night, not talking. There was no need for words between them. He would wonder, what could be, if only... But it was wrong, they had agreed. He promised himself he wouldn't...wouldn't...fall again. But it had happened, he had fallen, hard. He loved her with all his soul. He would do anything for her. He was helpless in her grasp. Why couldn't it work? He would ask himself every night, but he knew the answer, he just didn't want to admit it. He wanted to pretend that it could. In his dreams he dreamed of them being together. And every morning he woke to the cold anticlimax of dawn, realising it was just a dream. It could never happen. He would have given his life for her. He stared at her ever moment they were together, he pined for her. His heart ached every moment of the day, longing to be entwined with hers. Other people may not be able to understand, but his love for her was pure and wonderful. He wanted nothing else in the world but her.

And when that chamber of secrets was opened, he nearly died; the only thing that kept him going was the thought that she could come back. The way they all dismissed her like that! As if she didn't matter! He wanted revenge.

He didn't get it, but he wanted to. Filch would have done anything for Mrs Norris. He loved her with all his heart.

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