This story starts at the
Deathday party in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. The first two sentences come straight from
the book. This is only for you as the
reader to get a hold of when this is taking place. The first two sentences are ©J.K. Rowling.
Moaning Myrtle burst into
anguished sobs and fled from the dungeon.
Peeves shot after her, pelting her with moldy peanuts, yelling, “Pimply! Pimply!”
“Go away Peeves! Let me be!” cried Myrtle as she raced back to
her toilet. Peeves was
still chasing her, trying as hard as he could to make the peanuts he was
throwing go directly through her head.
“Oh, come on Myrtle, it’s all
just in fun!” he replied.
“Not for me!” yelled
Myrtle. She came to halt and Peeves
nearly went straight through her. “This
is the last straw, Peeves!” she retorted, still slightly tearing. “I’m, I’m standing up to you.” Peeves was very
surprised to hear Myrtle, fat, ugly, miserable, moaning, moping Myrtle,
actually say she was going to stand up to him.
stand up to me?” he asked. “That
still-alive-after-all-of-these-years Filch can’t even catch me and you want to
stand up to me? Ha!” Myrtle was drying her tear-infested glasses
on her old, see-through Hogwarts uniform.
With her head down, Peeves decided to throw just one last peanut through
her head. He slowly took aim, and
fired. But it did not go through her
head. Instead, she quickly moved out of
the way, and the moldy peanut landed on the floor. She slowly drifted down, picked up the peanut
and simply said, “Run.”
Peeves was wide-eyed. Never had he seen a ghost pick something up
as a poltergeist--not really a ghost,
but not really alive-- could
pick things up, but ghosts weren’t supposed to be able to. “How did you do that?”
Myrtle merely repeated, “Run.”
“I don't run, I fly! And so do you!” he yelled.
“Then fly! I’m giving you a head start. I’d take it if I were you. All I have to do is pick up a few of those
peanuts you were throwing and, and you’re going to get it!”
Peeves decided to take her
advice. He flew like the dickens, but
Myrtle was gaining speed. He raced
through the corridors, the dungeons, even through the Great Hall, where
everyone watched Myrtle chase him around and about. A few got moldy peanuts on their plates, but
no one really noticed. Filch was
outraged! He started to chase the two,
followed by his cat, Mrs. Norris. She
wasn’t as fast as they were, and slowly got left behind.
Peeves darted and dashed; he
maneuvered and crashed. He also thought
he saw a tail of some sort, by the Girl’s Bathroom on the first floor, but he
had no time to find out. He glanced back
to see how much distance there was between him and Myrtle. He noticed Filch was nowhere in sight and
thought up a great song for it, but he would need to get out of this mess
Myrtle was getting closer and
closer and Peeves was starting to get tired.
He lost speed little by little, and Myrtle got closer and closer. Finally, she took aim and threw all of the
peanuts she picked up. They all hit
Peeves - in his head, his back, his arms, everywhere. She had finally won.
“I told you not to pick on
me. It isn’t very nice!” yelled Myrtle
as she came to a halt. Peeves was still
moving briskly, really embarrassed about what just happened. He decided to head toward the trophy room and
Myrtle, on the other hand,
couldn’t have been happier! She had
finally stood up for herself, and all of the ghosts would know it. Being the night of Halloween, all of the
ghosts would be out and about, no doubt some of them had witnessed the chase.
On her way back to her toilet,
she noticed that the Great Hall had emptied, but there was no way the feast
could be over. There was no one in
sight, not even Filch. She started to
sadden; no one was around. How would she
tell people about her victory? If she
waited until tomorrow, no one would believe her. She had to find someone, anyone!
When she reached the first floor
corridor, she saw all of the students!
What were they doing here? Maybe
they all came to congratulate her!
Suddenly, Myrtle’s spirit was higher than high! People, living, breathing people finally
noticed her, little old, dead her! She
went through the crowd, thanking whomever she came across, but they all looked
at her in anguish and told her to go away.
Had she been wrong? Had these students come to see something
else, and not her? She started to tear
again and then she saw a familiar face.
“Hermione, what’s going on here?”
“Oh, Myrtle, um, well, a cat was
attacked and someone dabbed that awful message on the wall. Did you happen to see who it was?”
“No, I was chasing Peeves
around,” said Myrtle as epiphany came upon her.
“Chasing Peeves? What nonsense!” laughed Hermione. “Hey Ron, Myrtle says she was chasing PEEVES
“HA!” yelled Ron, not exactly
helping with the current situation. Most
of the unoccupied teachers gave him vacuous expressions. Harry just stared at him.
“Ron, shh,” said Harry in a
whisper. “What’s so funny?”
“Hermione said that Myrtle said
she was, ha, chasing PEEVES!” whispered Ron back. Harry looked as if he was trying his best to
keep a straight face.
Myrtle had been too late. Now no one would believe her. If Hermione, the smartest girl at Hogwarts,
didn’t, who would? “In the morning,
Peeves is going to tell everyone he was chasing me!” she thought to
herself. “I better go find him.”
Peeves was still hiding in the
trophy room when Myrtle finally found him.
“Peeves, you’re going to tell
everyone the truth about that chase we just had, aren’t you?”
“I, I’ll NEVER TELL!”
“But why?” she yelled.
“I HAVE REPUTATION TO
PRESERVE! If I tell anyone you were
chasing me, well, I’d be laughed out of here by morning!”
“But people think I’m
lying! They think I’m nuts!”
“I think they’ve thought you
were nuts, before tonight.”
“WHAT? WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE CHASED AROUND AGAIN?”
“I’LL NEVER TELL!” he screamed
and raced out of the trophy room.