The Death's of Filtch, Trelawney, Ernie and Madam Hooch
Filtch didn't want to think of it as hiding, he was a Squib after all, no magical powers, no wand. He was pretty much a muggle in a situation like this. So he hid, in his broom cupboard. Hearing the duelling just outside the door.
He hesitated, and jumped at every bang. He wanted to fight, he wanted to help. But he found himself unable to. He rested his head against the door but suddenly someone opened it. Madam Hooch stood there, in her robes, her spiky white hair was everywhere, Filtch couldn't tell if it had been messed up in battle of was the way it always looked.
"Ah, Argus, hiding away are we?" she asked, reaching past him and grabbing one of her most prized brooms she had hidden in here.
"W-what? No, just looking for a-um, a-"
"Don't worry about it, it's wise to hide, but C'mon, I'll get you to the room of Requirement, they're sending off the younger years through a passage to the Hogs Head. If you can't fight you can help there, c'mon!" she said, quickly, she had already mounted the broom and waited for him.
Filtch looked back at the closet, wondering whether he should stay there, but mumbled a curse under his breath before getting on the back of the broom. Then they were flying. Soaring high above students and death eaters, Madam Hooch swerving out of the way of spells and fighters.
They turned and went into a spiralling staircase, Filtch clung onto Hooch's robes for dear life as she flew in a tight circle, avoiding students who skimmed by. They came out into a hall, a wife hall with marble archers on the roof. Filtch recognized it as the corridor towards the room of Requirement; around the corner were the doors.
But suddenly a death eater was next to them, in a stream of flying smoke, Filtch cried out and Madam Hooch barged into him, pushing him sideways out the window, but she didn't pay attention and her broom headed for a statue. She pulled up but they slid off, and Filtch rolled across the floor, cutting his head and hurting his arm.
He looked up; Hooch was getting to her feet. Filtch grabbed the broom resting on the wall close by to
"Sorry about that." she said.
Hooch was dead.
Filtch didn't realize that until her body was kicked to the side. There was only a flash of light, a grunt and the next thing he knew. Dead Madam Hooch, resting at his feet. A masked Death eater walking towards him from behind. The Death eater grew closer and Filtch turned to run but found a man walking out of a stream of black smoke, he looked behind himself and the death eater there was gone. He had apparated.
Filtch grunted and swung the brush; the death eater didn't expect it, so he stumbled back and screamed when the end of the plank hit him in the side of the head. Filtch ran past him and around the corner, missing the curses fired at his head. He saw someone then.
Professor Trelawney, Sybill Trelawney. She was held at wand point, the tip of the wand pointing at her throat by a Slytherin student. Filtch ran forward, the student turned to look at him, and scowled.
"What are you doing, you filthy little squ-"
Filtch hit her straight in the face with the brush, she shouted out and ran at him, Trelawney smashed a glass ball over her head and she collapsed.
"Thank you, for that, dear, I was afraid I had met my match." Sybill said.
"No problem, uh-professor. We attacked a student."
"She attacked us first."
"Uh-yeah"
"Self defence, dear. Now come." she said, they rushed down the Corridor, and towards the room of Requirement, they ran around to find the doors closed, and Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger all sat there, gasping and panting.
A blonde haired boy ran off with another darker skinned boy.
They both ran forward but Harry, Ron and Hermione hadn't seen them, and hurried off somewhere else. They reached the doors but when they turned the corner, the three had gone.
"Where now?" Filtch asked.
Trelawney was hit in the back by a spell, and she fell down. Filtch turned and was hit by a spell of his own, he fell back and hit the wall. It had been a long time since a spell had been used on him, and only now did he realize how stupid he was here. His ribs were broken, three at least. He felt tears coming on and tired to get to his feet. A masked death eater, the one they fought earlier walked ahead and stood on Trelawney's head with his boot, she cried.
"Argus...help me."
Before Filtch could even think about helping, the death eater slammed down, cracking her skull.
"Professor!" A few students cried out, running down the corridor. Ernie Macmillan at the front, the death eater killed him by flicking his wand, and Ernie was thrown back into a blaze of fire. The other students tried to fight, they were losing. So Filtch, despite his excruciating pain, got to his feet and ran at the man. He tackled him towards the windows by accident; they both crashed into the windows, and fell out.
The air was cold, and it was dark, the death eater apparate and Filtch held on, he felt like he was going to throw up but reappeared a few moments later, he landed on the ground, banging his already broken ribs. He looked up; the death eater lifted his wand.
Filtch saw the death eater mouth the words, but he didn't hear, and he didn't see. He only saw the tiny spark of green light before he died.