Chain of Drabbles

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!

Pairing for the chapter: Harry and Peeves

Warnings: none

Prompt: Harry getting to know one of the Hogwart's ghosts better.

Harry decided this must be a dream. For surely ghosts – real ghosts – didn't exist. And even if they did never would they pay attention to him, talk to him and play (as much as a ghost can play anyway.)

"...and that's how you should scare them Little Potty." the poltergeist grinned at him, hovering above the boy as they walked (or floated) through the castle grounds.

"Oh, but won't they get mad?"

"Sure they will, but muggles shouldn't mistreat a little boy. So you can scare them all you like to put them in their place." Peeves nodded, as if he was the bearer of great wisdom.

"'m not little!" Harry cried, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest "I'm six!"

"Oh my," an old voice interrupted them, and Harry glanced towards the end of the corridor to see an old man in a dress heading towards him "How did you get here young man? No, never mind that, come on it's time for breakfast and I'm sure you're hungry." Albus grinned, holding his hand to the tiny child.

Harry decided this surely must be a dream, since Merlin himself was walking with him. He wondered where Arthur and the other knights might be... He turned around and waved at the poltergeist shouting 'bye Peeves!' before turning around and running up to Merlin.

Harry would only realize it hadn't been a dream five years later, at the welcoming feast.