The heavy rain beat against the castle windows, sending small trickles of water down the huge grimy windows in Filch's chamber. Thunder rolled through the skies and a bolt of lighting shot, illuminating the great castle for just one, beautiful yet mysterious second.

The storm had carried on for days now, keeping the students locked up inside like prisoners. The green houses had flooded and the owlery was soaked- every body was miserable. Sheets of icy water beat against the Forest, making it look sad and worn; Filch mumbled and rolled over in his sleep. Cold yellow eyes watched him from the corner of the room, not blinking once. Not once.

At breakfast the next morning, the hall was buzzing with agitated students.

The Slytherins were being especially difficult, making quite a ruckus and harassing the Hufflepuffs. The teachers were at a loose end- all this rain was giving them all cabin fever.

Harry Potter let out a long sigh, he'd been waiting days for that letter from Sirius and knew he'd be waiting many more. This weather was hell for the poor owls- he wondered if Hedwig was all right. A tear crept out of his emerald eye, and was wiped away quickly before anybody could notice.

The hall fell silent as Dumbledoore tapped his spoon delicately against his goblet. "Ahem..." He cleared his throat. "I would like to have the attention of the school…"

Dumbledoore could not finish his sentence, just quickly as he's begun speaking, a massive boom shook the castle and knocked students off their benches.

"What the bleedin' hell was that?" Cried Draco Malfoy as he nursed a throbbing head.

"An Earth quake!" somebody yelled. There was panic in the great hall as the entire place shook. The great ceiling was collapsing on itself and people were running and screaming. Then suddenly, silence and darkness.

Harry awoke in a strange room, this wasn't the infirmary he thought.

He groaned as his head throbbed with pain, and his left arm ached. He looked down to see it in a sling "That earth quake must have hit me pretty hard…" Harry was deep in thought when he heard a strange mewing sound, "Mrs. Norris?" The cat leapt on his bed and began licking his wounds gently. Now Harry was very confused as to why Mrs. Norris was showing him such affection, he was sure she loathed him with a passion.

Just then Filch, of all people entered the room carrying a jar of something suspicious.

"Ohhh I am in the wrong place I better go… why am I here?"

"Shush my child" interrupted Filch. "The infirmary was full so I brought you to my room for some… special treatment." A smile flickered across his twisted yet somewhat handsome face. Harry felt his stomach drop as Filch came nearer and sat at his bedside. Filch began to unbutton Harry's shirt and rub some foul smelling cream on his chest.

"I must be going now" Said Harry as he struggled to sit up, a sharp pain shot across his chest and he was forced to lay back down, panting.

"You cannot move yet, you are hurt too badly. Now lets just keep this between the both of us, we wouldn't want other students getting jealous now would we?"

Harry gulped, he didn't know what Filch meant, but the cream was having a gentle warming effect on him and he began to relax a little.

"That's better child" said Filch. He began to massage Harry's stomach and nipples. Harry let a small moan escape his lips, he was worried Filch would think he was enjoying this or something of the sort.

Filch knew he would soon have Harry under his seductive powers, just as he had with so many other students in Harry's position. Cederic Diggory, Draco Malfoy and Ginny Easley were just a few.

Filch began rubbing harry's abdominal muscles before slowly reaching a skilled hand down