Hello to everyone! Happy Christmas!
This story takes place in HP and PoA, where everyone joins for the Christmas feast in the Great Hall.
Some quotes are taken directly from the book.
I may or may not continue in future chapters with more one-shots.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, never had, never will. Everything is owned by J.K.R :)
Happy reading!
A Peeving Christmas
It was Christmas evening, and Peeves was flying down the corridor, humming a new Potter song, when Professor Trelawney scuttled into the Great Hall, wearing a green sequined dress. This made him stop in his tracks, listening behind the walls to the conversation within.
"Sybill, this is a pleasant surprise!" the meddling old man, Dumbledore, said.
Peeves heard Trelawney answer in her usual stupid misty voice about crystal gazing and joining the small group for Christmas dinner.
Suddenly, Trelawney gave a small shout and announced that if she sat down at the table, then there would be thirteen. She said the first to rise would be the first to die.
Peeves cackled to himself, thinking of a nasty new prank. He whipped out an axe (which he had stolen from Filch's confiscated goods) and waited, hidden.
A good two hours later, Peeves was beginning to become frustrated and bored. Just as he was about to leave to find Mrs Norris and shut her in a suit of armour, a shriek from none other than that green old dragonfly woman, told him that his chance was finally here.
McGonagall's stern voice rang towards him. "…unless a mad axe-man is waiting outside the doors to the slaughter the first into the Entrance Hall."
How did she know about the axe? Thought the poltergeist. Never mind I can still get a laugh out of this!
Before the victims could arrive at the Entrance Hall, though, Peeves spotted the bloody baron from afar, who was starting to float towards him, and unfortunately, this meant that he had to leave, or suffer the consequence of meeting 'his bloodiness'.
The wicked poltergeist was still not satisfied though. He hovered silently through an empty corridor, wondering what other mischief he could get up to. As he was just about to search for the caretaker's faithful cat, Filch emerged, obviously full to the brim with turkey and delicious tripe.
My new target! Thought Peeves gleefully as he stepped in front of Filch.
Filch belched happily, not noticing that someone had stopped in front of him. He glanced up, and, looking slightly alarmed, said "What do you think you're doing, you blasted poltergeist!"
Peeves brandished the axe in front of him as Filch cursed and screamed, and started running in the opposite direction.
Peeves cackled. This was definitely a good way to spend his Christmas.
Have a good Christmas everyone! Hopefully Peeves won't spoil yours!
:)