By Admiral Albia
This is just something I dreamed up while watching `The Queen's Nose` after reading fanfics all morning =P Hope you like it!
Disclaimer; I don't own Peeves, Harry, Moaning Myrtle or anyone else. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter Three; Nine Wishes, Padfoot... and Coincidence
"Are you sure Peeves wasn't having you on?" Sirius
asked, looking at the wish-box sceptically.
"Positive," Harry insisted. "I let one of
my friends use it and he's fine."
"That doesn't mean a thing. Some poltergeist curses
can take days, even weeks to work."
"Why?" Hermione asked. Sirius shrugged.
"It makes the shock worse. You think you've got
away with it, and... poof!" He grinned at their faces. "Don't worry, I
never actually experienced it... there was a poltergeist in James' house.
We learnt a lot from him..." They laughed, then Harry realised that
the conversation was drifting away from what he considered the vital point.
"Sirius, do you want to use it?" His godfather blinked.
"No, why should I?" He saw them staring and elaborated.
"I'm happy out here. Always did spend most of my time outdoors anyway.
The only thing I really need is food, and... well, dogs like a chase. Any
chase." He paused. "Besides, have you even used it yourself yet?"
"No," Ron said pointedly. "The only thing he's done
with it is to give one to Neville." Sirius chuckled.
"You say that like it's a bad thing. All right,
I'll use one for you. But don't expect miracles. And by the way,
Ron -" he added as his hand hovered over the box "- just be thankful it
was someone in your house and not... Malfoy, wasn't it?" The box glowed
pink and orange, then went dark. Sirius gave it back to Harry. "And no,
I'm not going to tell you what it was," he said. "And you probably won't
find out, either. Now get back to school, it's late."
This mytsterious man was immediately taken in for questioning, where he bewildered the Ministry by claiming to be Peter Pettigrew, a man who Black killed some fourteen years ago. All attempts to detect and break a Confundus Charm proved negative, and the Ministry finally resorted to Veritaserum, the strongest Truth Potion in the world. What was then revealed has left the Ministry feeling very foolish.
It appears that this man was indeed Peter Pettigrew, and that he framed Black all those years ago, faking his own death in the process. Pettigrew was unable to explain how he got into Azkaban or indeed what he was doing locked in Black's old cell, but he is expected to return there later today.
Any sightings of Black would be greatly appreciated as the Ministry wish to return his wand to him. "Strike!" Ron laughed. Harry grinned.
"It's a bit of a coincidence though, isn't it?" Hermione said. "I mean, there's no way Sn-Sirius could have known Fudge would be inspecting Azkaban yesterday."
Over at the Slytherin table, Malfoy was looking very put out by the news that Sirius Black wasn't after Harry. Snape looked even sourer.
A/n; I know it was predictable, but really, what else would he wish for? Unless it was a Peter-shaped punch-bag..
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