Harry Potter and
The Mischief of Peeves
by
BlindJedi
A.N. I have not seen this type of story written before. I have always been shocked, because the opportunity seems to be just too good. My other story, Harry Potter and the Force From Long Ago, is not abandoned, I promise, even though many readers may think it seems that way. In fact, I currently have most of Chapter 10 written already.
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One
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The creature with the body of a lion and the head of an eagle was unique enough without the wings that sprouted from its shoulders and made it able to fly. Such an enormous creature must, by necessity, have very powerful wings indeed if it hoped to travel for long distances, sometimes with passengers. And such was, indeed, the case.
On a warm summer night in early June, 1994, one such creature, known to witches and wizards throughout the world as hippogriffs, took off from the roof of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in northern Scotland, one of the most prominent schools of its type in the world. And this particular hippogriff, Buckbeak by name, carried with him a passenger. He was rail thin with haunted black eyes and greasy unwashed black hair. It was with misgivings, yet great relief, that he was able to get the hippogriff in the air with a slight clucking noise and a gentle tug on the reins that had been fashioned and looped around Buckbeak's neck.
As the odd pair streaked away from the school, rocking back and forth slightly as the hippogriff's mighty wings fought to keep him aloft, Sirius Black turned and gave one last wave to the two young children growing rapidly smaller behind him. With a prayer to keep the pair of youngsters safe, Black faced forward again and concentrated on directing his unruly mount toward safety, both for himself and the hippogriff.
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"Harry," the girl with the bushy brown hair, Hermione Granger, said to her companion, the tension fairly radiating from her, "we have ten minutes to get back in to the ward before Dumbledore locks us in again. We have to hurry."
Harry didn't argue. So far, the attempt to rescue Sirius and Buckbeak, while intense, had gone fairly well. Both were now on their way, winging rapidly to freedom and hopefully a better life. For the first time, Harry began to hope that they might actually be successful in pulling this mad scheme off without any more close calls. Time-Turners, he thought wryly to himself, had their uses after all.
The two teens made their way rapidly down from the roof of the North Tower, hands entwined in a comforting gesture that would become almost second nature to them throughout the years of their friendship. Down another flight they raced, then along a hall, and down another winding flight of stairs. Hermione felt her heart nearly stop as they heard the voices of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and their least favorite teacher, Professor Severus Snape, heading their way, discussing the events that had led to Black's capture and of the dementor that Macnair was bringing to perform the Kiss on the prisoner. Luckily, they had just enough time to duck in to a side corridor just before the two men swept around the corner and headed leisurely in their direction.
Harry felt his nose give a twinge as they passed, and for one horrifying moment, he thought he would give the whole game away with a loud sneeze. Fortunately, he was able to contain it, and seconds later, the two men turned and headed up the staircase that he and Hermione had come down seconds before.
As soon as the two men were out of sight again, they resumed their desperate run toward the safety of the hospital wing.
"Three ,,, minutes ,,, left," Hermione panted as she checked her watch.
They had reached the top stair of the last flight that they would have to descend when it happened.
It was Peeves the Poltergeist.
Of course, it would have to be Peeves.
The annoying poltergeist had nearly thwarted them before as they raced to save the Sorcerer's Stone. That had nearly ended in disaster. This time, however, it was much worse.
He did not catch them and sound the alarm. However, as they prepared to head down the flight of stairs and thus to the hospital wing, the annoying little man popped out of a nearby wall so suddenly that Harry had to clap his hand over Hermione's mouth as she drew in breath to scream.
There was no time to spare. Without thought, Harry grabbed his companion and dragged her in to the nearest doorway he could find, which happened to be a tiny broom closet. There, they were forced to wait with bated breath for Peeves to move on again.
However, the little man had no intention of moving on.
From their vantage point, they could see him take up position at the head of the stairs and begin bouncing around in midair. Harry cringed, sensing rather than seeing Hermione do the same thing next to him. They both knew what this meant. It meant Peeves was gathering himself for a song, and he would not be moving on until either forced by a teacher or the Bloody Baron, the Slytherin house ghost. This time, he was not interrupted, and Harry and Hermione were treated to a song which explained the poltergeist's excellent mood after the first line.
Sirius Black got caught oy hoy,
For trying to do in the Potty boy!
What happens next Peevsie can not miss,
For all good deeds deserve a Kiss.
They're gonna suck that soul right outta yer head,
Don't bother to hee and haw.
They're gonna suck that soul right outta yer head,
Wonder if they'll use a straw.
Harry, who knew exactly what the despicable little man meant, felt his supper trying to rise back up, and managed somehow to keep his stomach in check.
The brown-haired wench and the Weasel King,
Do you think they'll stand with Peeves and sing.
So join me, Hogwarts, young and old,
And send Black off with heart and soul.
They're gonna suck that soul right outta yer head,
Is it black or blue or green?
They're gonna suck that soul right outta yer head,
Is it tough or lean?
Harry desperately tried to remember the spell that Professor Lupin had used on Peeves the first day of Defense Against the Dark Arts. However, try as he might, Peeves's song continue to rattle around in his head as the hideous being continued to sing.
As Peeves began the fifth verse of the Sirius Song, as Harry would later come to think of it, Harry had reached his breaking point. Crossing his fingers, Harry adopted a deep, mournful voice and uttered four words.
"Peeves, it is time!"
The singing stopped at once. Peeves did not even stick around to acknowledge that he had heard. In fact, the displacement of air as Peeves shot through the ceiling at unimaginable speed sounded eerily like a fart.
"Finally," Harry muttered through clenched teeth. "Let's go, Hermione."
He turned to Hermione, whose face was slack and pale, her lip trembling slightly. In a voice so low he could hardly understand, Hermione muttered in a horrified choked voice, "We're too late, Harry. Dumbledore has already locked the door. We're shut out."
The Mischief of Peeves
by
BlindJedi
A.N. I have not seen this type of story written before. I have always been shocked, because the opportunity seems to be just too good. My other story, Harry Potter and the Force From Long Ago, is not abandoned, I promise, even though many readers may think it seems that way. In fact, I currently have most of Chapter 10 written already.
___ ___ ___ ___
One
___ ___ ___
The creature with the body of a lion and the head of an eagle was unique enough without the wings that sprouted from its shoulders and made it able to fly. Such an enormous creature must, by necessity, have very powerful wings indeed if it hoped to travel for long distances, sometimes with passengers. And such was, indeed, the case.
On a warm summer night in early June, 1994, one such creature, known to witches and wizards throughout the world as hippogriffs, took off from the roof of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in northern Scotland, one of the most prominent schools of its type in the world. And this particular hippogriff, Buckbeak by name, carried with him a passenger. He was rail thin with haunted black eyes and greasy unwashed black hair. It was with misgivings, yet great relief, that he was able to get the hippogriff in the air with a slight clucking noise and a gentle tug on the reins that had been fashioned and looped around Buckbeak's neck.
As the odd pair streaked away from the school, rocking back and forth slightly as the hippogriff's mighty wings fought to keep him aloft, Sirius Black turned and gave one last wave to the two young children growing rapidly smaller behind him. With a prayer to keep the pair of youngsters safe, Black faced forward again and concentrated on directing his unruly mount toward safety, both for himself and the hippogriff.
___ ___ ___ ___
"Harry," the girl with the bushy brown hair, Hermione Granger, said to her companion, the tension fairly radiating from her, "we have ten minutes to get back in to the ward before Dumbledore locks us in again. We have to hurry."
Harry didn't argue. So far, the attempt to rescue Sirius and Buckbeak, while intense, had gone fairly well. Both were now on their way, winging rapidly to freedom and hopefully a better life. For the first time, Harry began to hope that they might actually be successful in pulling this mad scheme off without any more close calls. Time-Turners, he thought wryly to himself, had their uses after all.
The two teens made their way rapidly down from the roof of the North Tower, hands entwined in a comforting gesture that would become almost second nature to them throughout the years of their friendship. Down another flight they raced, then along a hall, and down another winding flight of stairs. Hermione felt her heart nearly stop as they heard the voices of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and their least favorite teacher, Professor Severus Snape, heading their way, discussing the events that had led to Black's capture and of the dementor that Macnair was bringing to perform the Kiss on the prisoner. Luckily, they had just enough time to duck in to a side corridor just before the two men swept around the corner and headed leisurely in their direction.
Harry felt his nose give a twinge as they passed, and for one horrifying moment, he thought he would give the whole game away with a loud sneeze. Fortunately, he was able to contain it, and seconds later, the two men turned and headed up the staircase that he and Hermione had come down seconds before.
As soon as the two men were out of sight again, they resumed their desperate run toward the safety of the hospital wing.
"Three ,,, minutes ,,, left," Hermione panted as she checked her watch.
They had reached the top stair of the last flight that they would have to descend when it happened.
It was Peeves the Poltergeist.
Of course, it would have to be Peeves.
The annoying poltergeist had nearly thwarted them before as they raced to save the Sorcerer's Stone. That had nearly ended in disaster. This time, however, it was much worse.
He did not catch them and sound the alarm. However, as they prepared to head down the flight of stairs and thus to the hospital wing, the annoying little man popped out of a nearby wall so suddenly that Harry had to clap his hand over Hermione's mouth as she drew in breath to scream.
There was no time to spare. Without thought, Harry grabbed his companion and dragged her in to the nearest doorway he could find, which happened to be a tiny broom closet. There, they were forced to wait with bated breath for Peeves to move on again.
However, the little man had no intention of moving on.
From their vantage point, they could see him take up position at the head of the stairs and begin bouncing around in midair. Harry cringed, sensing rather than seeing Hermione do the same thing next to him. They both knew what this meant. It meant Peeves was gathering himself for a song, and he would not be moving on until either forced by a teacher or the Bloody Baron, the Slytherin house ghost. This time, he was not interrupted, and Harry and Hermione were treated to a song which explained the poltergeist's excellent mood after the first line.
Sirius Black got caught oy hoy,
For trying to do in the Potty boy!
What happens next Peevsie can not miss,
For all good deeds deserve a Kiss.
They're gonna suck that soul right outta yer head,
Don't bother to hee and haw.
They're gonna suck that soul right outta yer head,
Wonder if they'll use a straw.
Harry, who knew exactly what the despicable little man meant, felt his supper trying to rise back up, and managed somehow to keep his stomach in check.
The brown-haired wench and the Weasel King,
Do you think they'll stand with Peeves and sing.
So join me, Hogwarts, young and old,
And send Black off with heart and soul.
They're gonna suck that soul right outta yer head,
Is it black or blue or green?
They're gonna suck that soul right outta yer head,
Is it tough or lean?
Harry desperately tried to remember the spell that Professor Lupin had used on Peeves the first day of Defense Against the Dark Arts. However, try as he might, Peeves's song continue to rattle around in his head as the hideous being continued to sing.
As Peeves began the fifth verse of the Sirius Song, as Harry would later come to think of it, Harry had reached his breaking point. Crossing his fingers, Harry adopted a deep, mournful voice and uttered four words.
"Peeves, it is time!"
The singing stopped at once. Peeves did not even stick around to acknowledge that he had heard. In fact, the displacement of air as Peeves shot through the ceiling at unimaginable speed sounded eerily like a fart.
"Finally," Harry muttered through clenched teeth. "Let's go, Hermione."
He turned to Hermione, whose face was slack and pale, her lip trembling slightly. In a voice so low he could hardly understand, Hermione muttered in a horrified choked voice, "We're too late, Harry. Dumbledore has already locked the door. We're shut out."
