The regular disclaimer that is unnecessary as the site's name is fanfiction.
"Save her please! I beg you, My Lord, SAVE HER!" Argus Filch groveled at the feet of a black robed man. Dirty, worn out knee-high boots adorned his legs. Argus grasped at them, dribbling saliva and tears, desperate.
"Troubling it is, indeed, Mr. Filch. What you ask of me." The man said breathily. "Anything you wish, whatever I can, All I HAVE!" Argus Filch pleaded again. "You would not need me, had you any powers of your own. You are, after all, a useless squib & have not much to give. We are not the Death-Eater to indoctrinate you to a life in servitude."
"Yes! Yo…You YOU are not the Death-Eaters I I I….." Argus fumbled with a heavy jaw. "You must help me please…" "Very Dark magic indeed!" The man said quite grandly. "YES! Dumbledore denied me help." Argus Filch mustered as much pity as he could on his face and looked into the slits on the mask the man wore. "You are my last recourse." "Well then, Yes, We shall help you. –pause- Tomorrow night!" Just as the walked out the door he turned and said "And bring a living being ….. the necessary sacrifice!"