Grumpy Argus Filch has been a janitor at Hogwarts for 25 years now.

The second magical war is over, He-Must-Not-Be-Named is well dead and they, the "good guys" are alive. He still feels bitter about being squib, resentful and at war with the students of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ... because they can do magic and he cannot, because he has to clean the snot of the boys who dirty his precious school, they do not comply with the rules of the same, there is also that unbearable poltergeist that drives him crazy, McGonagall who tells him that he is an idiot, Hagrid who calls him a snitch squib, old fool; Irma Pince, who for some reason no longer wants to go out with him, he feels lonely ... even though he has her furry little friend, Mrs. Norris, who adores him, there she can't complain, he still remembers when he met her, it does almost the same years as he is working at Hogwarts, under unfortunate circumstances for her, he well remembers being in the school grounds during the school break and seeing a pack of wild dogs agitated to hunt their prey. He was successful in roaring at them with a powerful and firm voice, and adopting an offensive pose, otherwise those ferocious beasts would have attacked him as well. The adrenaline rush was strong but he managed to drive the dogs away, abandoning their victim in a small crimson puddle in the snow. The victim was a cat. Mr. Filch's gaze went to the tree in front of him when he noticed a movement, he approached and noticed that at the base there was a hole and inside another small kitten. He introduced his hand to get the animal out of there but at that moment the feline snorted in terror trying to intimidate him. The janitor, brave and rude as he was, decided to show confidence to the frightened animal and knowing that he would have to resist being attacked without defending himself, he reached into the hollow of the tree and held the kitten, which painfully dug claws and teeth into his hand. One leg of the animal was injured and bloody, it would be pertinent to take it to the Care of Magical Creatures teacher. The teacher, very kindly healed the animal, informed Filch that it was a cat and that she was only months old and gave him a few recommendations to take care of her.

At no point did Argus even thought about getting rid of the animal, knowing that she didn't even had a mother. Like himself, this kitten was alone in the world ... so he resolved that she stayed with him. The kitten always accompanied him when he made the night rounds of school when the students were back, she always observed him carefully when he cleaned or repaired something, she always accompanied him, followed him and watched him work as if supervising that he did his job well. ... and at the end of the exhausting working days, when Argus was about to relax on the sofa in his office, his wonderful friend would climb onto his lap and snuggle against his belly, then he would smile really happily and caress the soft fur of her back and the kitten purred, other times, perhaps while having a snack, Argus would lie down and with her snuggled against his chest, let him lick a little candy that he smeared on his index finger. Every day the same ritual ... they loved each other very much and had a really special connection, respect and mutual trust that Argus could rarely achieve with humans.

And then something weird happened. It was Friday, a full moon night, gloomy due to a raging storm, lightning streaking through the skies, and Thor's own hammer thundered up there in his kingdom ... and Argus was making his rounds as usual, but there was no sign of her. That his furry friend was nearby or he had found a student out of bed, or Peeves, everything was strangely calm except for the stormy night, so he decided to go back to his office, he thought that maybe he would find his kitten there and so it was: his friend slept peacefully in his bed and Argus, touched by such a beautiful sight, fell asleep next to her.

On the Hogwarts janitor's bed, the gray-furred kitten struggled and snorted in annoyance and pain.

Argus's eyes widened sleepily as he woke up, feeling an unusually heavy weight, not his kitty's normal. As he reached out to caress his friend, he noticed: it was not

the soft fur of his cat ... it was skin ... human! Soft and warm.

He immediately illuminated the instance, there was a woman, a woman completely naked and ... asleep?, in HIS bed. He jerked the covers off himself, startled, grabbed his head with both hands, desperate, not knowing what to do. And his cat was not there. She was clearly a woman and not his cat.

He tried to calm his breathing, but he was wheezing. Come on, what the hell is a woman you don't know, that you never saw in your life doing ... sleeping in your bed !?

Flushed by modesty, covering his face with one hand but peering through his fingers, he touched the girl with a finger ... but she did not flinch. He tried giving her a stronger touch ... no response. This time he gave her a little nudge and the girl woke up with a start ... disoriented and scared.

For a few seconds they both stared at each other, very still, like two cats looking at each other from one roof to the other.

The janitor observed her, a young girl, in her 20´s, with ash blonde hair, furtive-looking light brown eyes, pale and tired-looking ... she was pretty, too, small ...

"Argus ..." were the girl's first words.

and the janitor passed out.

Argus opened his eyes again, this time his gaze met a pair of small breasts with pink nipples, as he was resting on soft thighs. A hand caressed his head gently and he swallowed hard before getting up and looking at the girl squarely.

"Who are you?" Asked the old man, although he suspected the answer.

"I'm Ana Norris," replied in a friendly way, the young woman, as if it were very obvious.

"You know my name ..." Filch hit, a little lost in thoughts, immediate memories and trying to draw conclusions. "Well, yes, after accompanying you for 22 years, I would be a bad friend if I did not know your name".

Again, the girl ... Ana, she spoke as if everything were obvious, but it was clear that Argus did not understand what was happening, he suspected it but did not dare to affirm anything.

And then the janitor had the good idea of lending Ana a shirt of his to cover her nudity so they could talk more calmly. The shirt was huge on her and Argus found it adorable.

And then yes, speaking Argus discovered that Ana was the kitten that he rescued from the attack of the wild dogs and discovered that Ana was the victim of a powerful spell cast by a troll shaman who she ran into, camping in Scandinavian forests, a spell that on full moon nights made her a woman. But she told Argus that she was happy to be a feline, because before she left civilization and went to the forests, she felt lonely and disappointed in the human world, humans rejected her: wizards, because she was squib just like Argus himself and the Muggles, because she was a very strange girl, she was lonely too... just like Argus; she told him that, however, she was happy to have found a human friend who pampered her so much and she told him that she loved him very much.

That afternoon, Argus sat the human Ana on his lap and listened to her attentively, looking at his friend in wonder, stroking her back, hugging her and giving her soft kisses when pausing, remaining silent from time to time to enjoy each other...

If it had been possible, I assure you, reader, Argus would have married her, content yourself with knowing that with Ana in the human stage, she and Argus made love more times than is healthy to mention.

The end.