I wrote this story for a challenge on the foundersdream, check my profile for the link!
Requirements: you must include Filch, Mrs Norris, a rainy night, the expelliarmus spell and a broom.
Kids…
"Bloody, bloody kids…" muttered Filch under his breath, as he walked through the hallway. "Bloody, stupid- Mrs Norris! What are you doing out this late?"
Mrs Norris just stared at him.
"Are you going to join me?" Filch asked.
Mrs Norris stared at him, and then suddenly moved in front of him, and started moving to where he was going.
"I see. Thank you, Mrs Norris."
Mrs Norris just meowed. Together they walked through the hallway, towards the grounds. Filch opened the Front Door, and stared at the Grounds which were slowly becoming a mud pool because of the rain. "Bloody kids…" He walked outside, quickly becoming wet. He looked at Mrs Norris, and saw that she was struggling in the mud. He picked her up, and held her underneath his jacket.
Blowing his hands for some warmth, as it was pretty cold outside, he started walking towards the Quidditch Pitch, his swearing slowly changing into; "Bloody, bloody Malfoy…"
As he stepped on the Quidditch Pitch, it started thundering. Filch quickly became angry, and had to calm himself enough to not stamp up the Gryffindor stand. He sneaked up slowly, and sneaked towards the corner of the stand, for once glad that it was raining, as it was making him almost invincible. He grinned a horrible grin when he saw the huddled figures together. He was approaching them, when he suddenly felt Mrs Norris move. He stood still, trying to calm her and cover her more, but it was too late; a loud sneeze came from underneath his jacket. The huddled figures froze and looked up. A lightning made their faces light up, and Filch knew he looked scary as hell to Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. He grinned once again, and saw the panic fill in their eyes. He walked towards them, but Potter grabbed something that was lying next to them. His broom. Filch narrowed his eyes.
"If you even dare to use that…" but it was too late. Potter jumped on his broom, pulled Weasley with him and flew away.
Filch was quickly becoming angry. Very angry. Pissed off, actually.
"BLOODY POTTER! COME BACK, HERE!" he screamed. To his surprise, Potter and Weasley came back, but Potter was pointing a wand. Filch screamed a girly-like scream, and ducked. When he looked up 5 seconds later, he saw that… what was it? He squinted his eyes and saw that it was a cloak flying towards Potter. Filch stood up again, but ducked immediately when he heard a cold voice behind him say "Expelliarmus!"
He turned around and saw Malfoy, the boy that had given him the tip, sneer at Potter. Filch turned around again, and saw a wand flying towards him. He screamed again, and ducked again, though this time he decided to stay down, which was a wise decision, as a broom with two people on it flew over him, barely missing him.
Five minutes later, when all the flashes and curses were over, he looked up. He stared in the eyes of Mrs Norris that was looking at him with pity. He grumbled; "Indeed, pity me." He scrambled to his feet and looked around nervously. No one was there anymore. Filch bent down and took Mrs Norris in his arms, covering her with his jacket. He walked towards the castle, all the time muttering; "Bloody, bloody kids…"