Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Peeves Gets My Sister Soaked...

Leaning against the window, I could see Hogwarts coming nearer, its many lighted windows blurred and shimmering behind the thick curtain of rain.  Lightning flashed across the sky as our carriage came to a halt before the great oak front doors, which stood at the top of a flight of stone steps.  People who had occupied the carriages in front were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle.  Hana and Ava both stood close to me as we jumped down from the carriage.  I sighed, activating Infinity over us once more.

YN: You leeches.

Ava giggled.  Soon we were safely inside the cavernous, torch lit entrance hall, with its magnificent marble staircase.

Ron: Blimey.  If that keeps up the lake's going to overflow.

Hana: Thanks, bro-

She suddenly let out a scream.  A large, red, water filled balloon had dropped from out of the ceiling onto her head and exploded.  Drenched and sputtering, she staggered sideways into Ginny, just as a second water bomb dropped, narrowly missing Hermione.  It burst at Harry's feet.  People all around us shrieked and started pushing one another in their efforts to get out of the line of fire.  I was laughing at Hana, who was seething.  We looked up and saw, floating twenty feet above us , Peeves the Poltergeist, a little man in a bell covered hat and orange bow tie, his wide, malicious face contorted with concentration as he took aim again.

McGonagall: PEEVES!  Peeves, come down here at ONCE!

Professor McGonagall, deputy headmistress, head of Gryffindor House, and my godmother, had come dashing out of the Great Hall.  She skidded on the wet floor and grabbed Hermione around the neck to stop herself from falling.

McGonagall: Sorry, Miss Granger-

Hermione: That's all right, Professor.

McGonagall: Peeves, get down here NOW!

Peeves: Not doing nothing!

He lobbed a water bomb at several fifth year girls, who screamed and dove into the Great Hall.

Peeves: Already wet, aren't they?  Little squirts!  Wheeeeeeeeee!

He aimed another bomb at a group of second years who had just arrived.

McGonagall: I shall call the headmaster!  I'm warning you, Peeves-

Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw the last of his water bombs into the air, and zoomed off up the marble staircase, cackling insanely.

McGonagall: Well, move along, then!  Into the Great Hall, come on!

We made our way across the entrance hall and through the double doors on the right, Hana muttering furiously under her breath as I continued grinning at her.  The Great Hall looked its usual splendid self, decorated for the start of term feast.  Golden plates and goblets gleamed by the light of hundreds and hundreds of candles, floating over the tables in midair.  The four long House tables were packed with chattering students.  At the top of the Hall, the staff sat along one side of a fifth table, facing their pupils.  It was much warmer in here.  We walked past the Slytherins, the Ravenclaws, and the Hufflepuffs, and sat down with the rest of the Gryffindors at the far side of the Hall, next to Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost.  Pearly white and semitransparent, Nick was dressed tonight in his usual doublet, but with a particularly large ruff, which served the dual purpose of looking extra festive, and insuring that his head didn't wobble too much on his partially severed neck.

Nick: Good evening!

Harry: Says who?

He took off his sneakers and dumped the water out of them.