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In Filch's Mind
By: ChoCedric
He wakes up each morning, and he knows it's going to be another hellish day. They have what he craves, all the teachers and all the students have the thing that he wants most in the entire world. Magic. It's not fair that they get to use it and he doesn't. He feels bitter, ashamed of himself, so unhappy that he was born without it.
When Albus took him on as caretaker, he was thankful to him, but he immediately found out that the Headmaster was way too soft with the students. He sees the rambunctious lot every day, and they're all so darn carefree that it makes him sick. He loves to get them in trouble, to catch them doing something they're not supposed to. He can remember his own school days, and they fill him with pure venom. He couldn't go to Hogwarts; he was stuck going to a Muggle school where he had to learn usual Muggle rubbish and not do any magic at all.
He has Mrs. Norris for company, and is very touched that she always shows concern to him. When Harry Potter comes to Hogwarts and is found at the scene of her petrification in his second year, Filch is beyond livid. How dare that little monster do that to his precious cat! Albus tries to tell him over and over again that it wasn't Harry who did it, to stop assigning blame to people who don't deserve it. But Filch feels so lonely and resentful of everything and everyone that he can't help it. After all, he can remember the boy's father's days at Hogwarts like they were yesterday. Him and his little friends, always marauding around all over the place, dropping dungbombs in his office and messing around with Peeves. Bah! He can't stand the thought of that little brat doing something so despicable to his beloved cat.
When Dolores Umbridge comes to the school and proceeds to modify it, for once Filch feels satisfied. Finally, some of the students are getting what they deserve, although he wishes the punishments were harsher. Oh, how he'd love to drag them to the dungeons and string them up by their ankles! He feels his mouth break into a true smile when he thinks of it, the first true smile he's smiled in Merlin knows how long. But before he knows it, Umbridge has left, and that soft old coot Dumbledore has returned. The students go back to being arrogant little berks, always thinking they can get what they want.
So as the days swirl by, blurring into one another, Filch keeps his grumpy demeanor, but inside, he is screaming for someone to understand him. He wishes he could rip the magic out of all those little hoodlums who have the nerve to flaunt it in the corridors like it's the best thing in the world. Oh, how he wants to seek vengeance for all the wrongs committed against him! That is Argus Filch's story, and oh, how he wishes it would end with a happily ever after. But he knows, with the way life has treated him, that it won't.