The thick Oak door creaked open, giving off a historical suspense. Harry's eyes fluttered wildly, accompanied by panic and terror as he searched the room for a place of concealment. He, at the last moment I might add, settled for under Snape's desk.
Harry watched as a long ivory leg, draped in fine red silk, peeked around the corner of the door, as if expecting him to be there. The another leg, followed by the tall slender body that could only be fit for a model joined the first leg as Harry retreated farther under the desk.
"See Severus! There's no one out here, it was just a dream" An angelic voice called out from the beautiful stranger's mouth.
"I know but… ugh, I dunno... let's just go back to sleep and hopefully this feeling will pass." Harry heard the familiar voice of Severus Snape say, only this time it was much softer than then his usual harsh cold tone.
Harry heard a bed creak as the door to the room shut and rushed from under the desk and out of the heavy door, slamming it behind him as he rushed into the dungeon corridors. As he ran from Snape's office, he almost ran over Ms Norris and right into Filch, the maniacal caretaker of Hogwarts.
"Oh, you're in for it now Potter! All of these years you've slipped by, getting every little SINGLE thing you want!" ranted Filch with much awaited enthusiasm. "Every bloody fucking time you find yourself in any sort of trouble, Albus let's you slide away with a warning. This time you're getting your dues Potter." Filch grabbed Harry roughly around the arm.
Harry struggled to break free of Filch's grasp but to no avail he was dragged farther into the dungeon.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Quiet boy!"
"What are you going to do to me?" harry repeated, this time in a whisper.
"Ho! Wouldn't you like to know!" Filch retorted.
Harry couldn't help but think how childish Filch was, he couldn't even make a nice comeback. Harry rolled his eyes and reluctantly followed Filch to a part of the dungeon he'd never seen before. The scones on the walls were set in dark eerie designs, with engravings of demonic gargoyles etched around them. There was an ample amount of light but what Harry could see wasn't pleasant. It looked as if he'd stepped into a museum of macabre and madness.
Harry decided that wherever Filch was taking him definitely wasn't a place he wanted to be when he saw a painting he recognized as Salazar Slytherin. The picture stared after him with cold red eyes, sneering as they passed. They came to a large tapestry with moth holes in it. Through the pitiful display of light he could barely make out the Slytherin crest on the top and a family tree. As Filch put his hand on Salazar's name, he noticed one name two lines down, that seemed to stand out among the rest. It was the name of the dark lord, Lord Voldemort. Before Harry could read anymore names, the great tapestry folded it's self up and revealed a magnificent glowing portal, wide enough to fit at least five giants through comfortably at the same time.
Filch shoved Harry through the portal, with intense force, causing Harry to fall face forward into a green, silver and black room. The new room was unimaginably luxurious, so luxurious that Harry knew that Dumbledore couldn't have a clue about this place, or at least that Filch knew about it. There was an admirably large red oak desk in the center of the room, two green settees with pure silver arm handles, and two high backed green and silver chairs, one behind the desk and one in front of it. The lush green carpet looked as if it were woven from the softest cotton fibers known to man.
Harry looked to at Filch for further instructions. He seized the handles of the chair and lowered himself in when he saw Filch nod towards them. Harry looked ahead of him at the grand chair behind the desk waiting for Filch to sit there, knowing deep down inside of himself that Argus Filch is not the one ment to take a seat in that chair. Harry was right for instead he watched as long spiny paste white fingers clutched the top of the chair, and Harry feared for the worst.