Angry letter to writers

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 21: Argus Filch

Dear Fanfiction writers

I ought to hang you idiots by your thumb with a chain! How dare you portray me as an insufferable creepy cranky man!

I do not sleep with Mrs Norris! She is my familiar. And no, Mrs Norris is not the name of women who abandoned me.

Also another thing. I spat out my drink when I read about me joining and assisting You-Know-Who. I'm a Squib. What purebloods think of as less than a scum. If You-Know-Who ever gets in control of Hogwarts, I am in top of the kill list. I am one of those "things" Death Eaters wants to exterminate.

Lastly, I have never met anyone named Figg. Who is she? Is she a Squib? If she's a Squib and if you are assuming I might know her just because she's a Squib, I am even more insulted. How dare you! Do all you stupid wizards know each other because you are wizards?

Sincerely Argus Filch

P.S As for people who wonder why I work at school when I can't stand kids, I'm a Squib. How many Wizarding shops out there do you think are willing to hire a Squib?

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