Moderator Dare - Harry/Filch Angst Slash
2,205 views · Published 24 August 2007 · 2:31 · Indexed 26 October 2026
Channel: toastnuances · 2007 · Entertainment
IT WAS A DARE OH GOD IT WAS A DARE :( Harry sullenly entered the trophy room, casting a dark glance at the rows of awards won by school and students alike. He had been wandering around the school after hours, staring intently at the Marauder's Map beneath the camouflage of his Invisibility Cloak when he heard a yelp and had looked down to find Mrs. Norris directly under his foot. Not for long, of course; she quickly ran and fetched her master, who would tonight be Harry's master. The Boy Who Lived scowled at the Squib when Filch stepped out of the shadows with a rag and a bucket of soapy water. Tonight, though, something was different. Filch appeared far more well-groomed than usual and his lined face softened at the site of the boy with the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead. Harry looked back through his emerald-green eyes, suspiciously regarding the new manner of Hogwarts's caretaker. Neither spoke for a long time until at last Filch said sweetly, "Hello, boy. How are you this fine night?" Harry continued to stare at him, this time utterly flabbergasted. "Well--I--I mean--uh--fine, I suppose..." Filch took a step closer, and handed Harry the rag, lingering on his hand for a few minutes. The young wizard looked up into the caretaker's eyes, and felt a sudden surge of warmth. He knew that nothing would ever be the same. *** Harry lay on his four-poster, staring intently at a speck somewhere high up, a frown etched deep on his face. He felt the bed sink as a figure sat down next to him. Looking down at him was Ron, who gave an awkward smile. "'s something up, Harry?" he queried. Harry rolled over onto his side. "I was just thinking about how much I loved all the time I spent with Fil--" Catching himself, he avoided Ron's eyes. "Fil--Felix Felicis. The--the potion." Ron seemed to dwell on this suspiciously for a moment, but he got up regardless. "Well, okay," he mumbled, returning to his bed. Harry sighed heavily. He could never tell anyone. They'd never understand... How could anyone understand how Filch no longer took care of only the castle's needs but Harry's as well...? ______________________________ A dare from Julie and Emmy for the Lemon Demon forums: "Write a Harry/Filch angst slash. THEN act it out in a video. Upload it somewhere, and send the link to sharndim(at)gmail(dot)com." Also, future blackmail material.
