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Harry was making his way to Divination a few days later with Ron, when Peeves suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their path.
"Get out of the way, Peeves!" Harry growled.
"Oooh, Potty, feeling a bit touchy?"
Harry pulled his wand out and pointed it at the poltergeist, feeling the anger rise within him.
"Say one more thing, Peeves, and I swear I'll blast your bloody head right off," Harry snarled.
Ron looked taken aback at Harry's attitude.
"Harry, let's just go," Ron grabbed his arm to pull him away, but Harry pushed him to the ground.
"Violent, aren't we, Potty?"
Harry shot a curse at Peeves, who avoided it by an inch.
Peeves stuck his tongue out at Harry, then flew away down the corridor, singing and cackling,
"Oh, Potter, he's barking,
the wee little lad,
some kindly people say
that he is just sad,
but Peevsy knows better,
Peevsy says that he's mad!"
Harry screamed in fury. He was going to get that damn poltergeist...
Ron had gotten up and was staring at Harry with worry.
"Harry, are you okay, mate?"
"I will be, once I kill Peeves."
"Harry, we're going to be late, let's go."
Harry suddenly felt exhausted and defeated. He sighed, trying to put Peeves' song out of his mind, and continued down the corridor, not noticing the students in the corridor that were staring at him.