Of Random Dreams and Creepy Ghosts
Harry Potter does not belong to me, but to all those involved.
This is for the Random Moment Challenge and should not be taken seriously. At all. The pair I got was Peter Pettigrew and The Bloody Baron to have their random moment in the Burrow.
It was strange. He had never been here before and yet, he knew exactly where he was; exactly whose house this belonged to. He had never met the people who lived inside and yet, he knew who they were. As he stood in their kitchen, he looked around. Nothing really made sense. "You know Wormtail… this firewhiskey tastes pretty good." Wormtail found a scream ripped from his throat as he looked at the person who stood – or rather floated – in front of him.
"What are you doing… um, well, why have you invaded... what are you doing here?" He stuttered. Everything was blurry and had a sense of knowing to it. "Who are you?"
"Why, it's Baron old boy." The thing said to him. "Been looking for you everywhere Wormy." The thing made to pat him on the back only to have the hand go through him. Now he was scared. This was a nightmare, he just knew it. "Now, about this firewhiskey. It's pretty damn good if I say so myself. Then again, I have been dead for a couple centuries."
Wormtail stared at the blurry image of the poltergeist in front of him. He knew this… this thing from somewhere but he just couldn't hit the proverbial nail on its head. "I beg your pardon?"
"Oh, no need to be formal my dear boy. Listen here, Wormy. I'm going to let you in on a little secret." The Baron-thing told him. "That Lily girl you loved so much? Well, she's getting married to Prongsie."
"What? I don't love…"
"Oh, don't fight it Wormy. They all knew you did. Even sweet Evans. May have liked you back but you were just too shy. And now? You missed your chance old boy."
"I-I'm not old. I'm barely twenty."
"Really now? Could have fooled me. You look to be in your prime of eighty, dear lad." Wormtail stared at the blurred thing in front of him.
"What are you again?" He asked.
"What am I? Well, I supposed you could call me a spirit… or a ghost. Or even an apparition or phantasm. They all mean the same thing, Wormy." The Baron-thing was staring at him which left Wormtail with an unsettling feeling. Then the apparition started up again. "However, I am known as the Bloody Baron. But it's usually just Baron for short."
Then the name clicked and fear struck him. "Th-th-the B-b-bloody Bar-ron?" The Baron looked at him with a sort of jaded demeanour. They always got like this when he said who he was.
"Yes, the Bloody Baron. Now will you try this firewhiskey? I promise you'll like it Wormy." Baron tried to grab at the bottle that contained the whiskey only to glare at it. "Bloody hell…" he grumbled. "I wonder if Arthur is up. Then he can get me something to help me hold the bottle."
"Arthur?"
"Yes, Arthur. Arthur Weasley. This is his house. Burrow they call it. Kind of cute; if you like that sort of thing, Wormy. Do you? Do you like that sort of thing?"
"Um… n-no Baron. I don't like that kind of thing. What are you doing out of Hogwarts though? Can ghosts come and go as they please?"
"You see… the explanation is quite simple. It's—"
Author's Notes: Yes, it's just supposed to cut off like that. Yes, it's supposed to be a crack!fic. And Yes… neither of them are in character. Like I said before, this is for the Totally Random Moment Competition at HPFC. I just hope I made it random enough for WiccanWeasley101.
