Chapter 42.4- Doom Days

The poltergeist floated above the ground, visible menace on its clown face as he waited almost patiently. By his side floated s many water balloons that it was difficult to count their total. He had been waiting for me, there was no doubt about that.

“What do you want?” I asked in a whisper, calculating and considering the spells I could use against a creature like this one. A fair amount of them were darker than I was comfortable even incanting within Hogwarts’ wards, and a good potion were unlikely to work against a creature with his…unique constitution.

“Ickle Potty been trawling about the castle, all sneaky hidy like. Hiding from Peeves’ mischief and getting up to his own. Its bitty Potter climbed up the waterfall, its bitsy Potter ran into Peeves on the caste wall, its bitsy Potter goes SPLAT” He screamed the last word and then with a wave of its hands, dozens of the water balloons flew straight at me. With a wave of my wand, I banished them back at the micheivous creature but they just phased through him as he made himself incorporeal for a second. Then he snapped his fingers.

“Peeves been learning new tricks to deal with nasty little Potter and his mischief” The poltergeist said and that was when I noticed that there were more suits of armour in this hallway than there should have been. Just as they all came to life, bringing their weapons to bear.

‘Confringo’, I mentally incanted, turning to my left, only for the one I aimed at to bring its shield between itself and the curse, and send the curse right back in my direction. I ducked, the curse hit the top of the passageway door behind me, triggering a small cave in and forcing me to roll forwards to avoid the falling stone and debris from hurting me. Of course, rolling forward brought me even closer to the suits of armour.

“Is Itsy Bitty Potter about to go splat?” Peeves asked, turning to my floating recording device. He seemed to be doing his best impression of a presenter of some sorts as one of the suits of armor stepped next to me and prepared to smash me back into the ground either its mace. As it lifted the mace up to begin its swing, I shot upwards after it.

My wand was shoved right in its helmet, and this time my blasting curse connected quite solidly. Of course, I hadn’t thought that one through, so irritated at being stopped by this silly poltergeist of all things and got sent backwards from the backlash of my own spell. A hasty spell slowed down my speed and allowed me to land softly against the caved-in remains od the passageway I’d used to get here. With a growl, I flicked my wand and the approaching suits of armour were beset upon by a dozen dogs, each one of them a perfect mimicry of Sirius’ animagus form. I’d seen padfoot enough times that when I tried a quick transfiguration like that, he was the first image to come to mind.

“Itsy bitty Potter thinks he can ruin Peevesees funny time. Nah huh” The Poltergeist said, and snapped its fingers again. My dogs that had been doing an admirable job of delaying the knights suddenly glowed a sickly green and turned about, shooting in my direction. What the fuck?