Heyho!
My readers in future out there!
This is my first story in
English, so please forgive possible mistakes, would you?
This is
my personal view of Peeves' past (if he had one...) and I hope you
like it. It is based on historical events and takes place in
Scotland. I think there is no need for explanation concerning the
historical facts, though it make occur in the following chapters.
Enjoy reading!
Disclaimer: Peeves belongs to "that muggle lady", more commonly known as J.K.Rowling.
Warning: Major character death (obviously, as it is a story about Peeves )
Prologue
You probably have already heard of poltergeists, haven't you?
You know that they are a special kind of ghosts, more than an imprint, more than a shadow. They have no real body, but can nevertheless touch things, throw sticks and even chew raspberry gum, but they do not tread on the ground like the living and they do not breathe either. Poltergeists are a strange mixture of life and of death. Though they have some signs of a living, intelligent creature, they cannot have the life of a living person, but are forced to stick between... But you know that already, at least if you're not a stupid, firstie Hufflepuff.
And you probably know that they get their life from the anxiety and the nervousness of teenagers and other young stupid gits and that they are therefore often to be met within the surroundings of schools.
I wish I could claim myself to be one of those. Actually, I did that before. I told that stupid muggle lady who wanted to write about Potty that I was a mere spirit of chaos, that I was created by the minds of all these children who attend Hogwarts and that I never was human.
It was a lie. It was a lie she believed but nonetheless a lie.
Unfortunately, I'm just the other kind of poltergeist. You know, whereas some of us are mere spirits, mere reflections of children's angst, some others have been humans once.
Poltergeists can be created if a child dies in a state of shock, horror or vengeance. It's when you die and you're not finished yet. It's when you were too young to fully accomplish yourself. If you died not in the right moment and because of bad fortune. If you have had bad enemies who took your lives and those of the ones you love.
It's when you leave friends behind, if you leave jokes to be made and pranks to be played.
I was child when I died and almost all of these conditions which make a poltergeist are accurate for me.
My name is Peeves. And this is my story...
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I know it is short...The next chapter is certainly longer... But please review nonetheless and tell me if you like it!
btw: there is a French translation by my good friend banshee666 and it is really good!
