Deathly Scream

Deathly Scream
Flora Winters
I do not own anything Harry Potter.
Summary: Harry snaps and his screams can be quite deadly. This fiction will contain slash, language, and violence.

Chapter Nine

Cedric ran his hands through his hair in frustration. What in the world had been in those chocolate frogs? He had never seen anything like it in all his life.

One girl’s face had broken out into puss filled zits and a boy’s face was swelling up like a red balloon. A shrieking fifth year girl ran by with a nose that took up half her face.

Ami was practically in tears because she could not get a first year girl to stop crying. The poor things feet had grown seven sizes and ruined her new shoes.

He spun around when he heard a girl shouting his name. It was Ginny and her face was as white as a sheet. All he had heard was Harry passed out and he was running right behind her.

Everything was in chaos and he wanted to scream for everyone to calm down. It was all going to be okay. They could fix this.

What the hell is going on?

Ginny slid the compartment door open and the two of them rushed in to find Harry’s head resting in Hermione’s lap. Ron was kneeling down beside them, looking just as pale as Ginny.

Hermione told him what had happened. She had never seen Harry get so angry before. They all turned to look at the cracked windows.

Cedric said a quick spell that she did not recognize and the windows looked as good as new. The three Slytherins must have bolted for it when their senses returned.

Hermione slowly moved so that Cedric could gently take hold of Harry. She had never seen Harry lose control like that. His eyes had been filled with so much anger and his face had looked ready to kill.

“Harry?” Cedric cooed to him, softly tapping a flawless white cheek with his hand.

“I don’t have a clue what’s going on.” A voice said from outside the door. “However, I did see that Malfoy bitch running for his life for some reason. He looked like he had pissed himself.”

All of them waited with bated breath to see if the door would slide open. They all suddenly looked down when Harry started to groan about his head.

Long dark lashes fluttered like soft butterfly wings and emerald eyes were gazing up at them all in confusion. “What happened? Are we at school?”

Cedric slowly helped him to his feet and took almost half an hour making sure that he was absolutely okay before running off to find Ami. To his relief, the effects of those chocolate frogs were vanishing. They students who had been affected were slowly returning back to normal.

“Was this all some kind of a test?” Ami shrieked in rage, throwing up her hands in protest. “Were they seeing if we were cut out for this job? If something like this was to happen again, they can take my badge and ram it up their asses!”

She stormed off in a huff and Cedric sighed. That girl needed to calm down. Everything was all right. The other two Prefects had done their best to help as well. They had sauntered off somewhere to take a break.

He suddenly heard snickering and spun around to see that nobody was there. He ran his hands through his hair, turning to find himself surrounded by his usual crowd.

They were all talking at a million miles a second, telling him how awesome he was. He looked around, wishing that Cho had another female issue he needed to help her with. Why couldn’t people just leave him alone?

Harry?

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The Great Hall was packed with students and the first years were already scared as hell. Professor McGonagall had not been happy with the Prefect’s report of the trip. What in the world had happened? Nothing like that had ever happened before.

Fred and George were discussing amongst themselves, snickering at the first years. Ron just shook his head. Those two were relentless when it came to causing chaos. They seemed to live for it.

Silver ghosts were fluttering around in the air above the four great tables. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the stormy sky outside and floating candles hovered above their heads.

Harry was looking down at his empty golden plate. Everyone had told him what he had done to Malfoy and his two goons in his fit of rage. He felt kind of bad that he had snapped like that. Why couldn’t he remember doing it? Why had he done it to begin with?

He looked up to see that Malfoy suddenly turned his head away from him. Harry shook his head. Maybe the idiot had learned his lesson? Maybe Malfoy thought that he would grow fangs and spit acid the next time?

The sorting began right away and Harry could not pay attention. In fact, he couldn’t care less what houses the new students were sorted into. For some odd reason, he was starting to get a very bad feeling and he didn’t like it.

Whisperings were going on all around him and he laid his head down.

“Harry?” Hermione asked in concern. “Are you okay?”

He looked up across the table at her and nodded his head.

Ron kept on muttering that he was starving and wanted some food. Harry smiled. Ron was always hungry.

Dumbledore then took the floor with his usual style and grace. He was flaunting a beautiful cerulean robe with silver touches here and there. He simply shimmered.

It turned out that this Mad-Eye Moody fellow was going to be their new Defense against the Dark Arts professor. Many students were in a roar when he limped into the Great Hall and up to the head table to take his seat amongst the other professors.

Harry saw that the strange man had an ever moving eye and that one of his legs ended in a clawed wooden foot. The man ignored the goblet of pumpkin juice that was sitting in front of him and took a long drink from his flashy silver flask. Moody looked like he could have cared less about the cool welcome he had received from some of the students. He looked like he was ready to get down to the business that he was being paid for.

Was this the Moody Mr. Diggory had been talking about in the fireplace this morning? The man had a really mean looking face. No wonder they called him Mad-Eye Moody. Did the guys face always look so stormy?

All of a sudden a deafening hush fell over the Great Hall when Dumbledore announced that Hogwarts would be hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year. He explained everything about how it had started seven hundred years ago and was disbanded because of the death toll getting too high. Parents got tired of losing their kids and all that jazz.

Harry felt a chill when the whispers continued all around. He turned his head around to see that Cedric was being patted on the back by some of his buddies. Had he known about this?

Dumbledore continued to tell them that the tournament was fixed to where no champion would find him or herself in mortal danger. He told them that the heads of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons would be arriving in October with their contenders.

A smile crossed his face when he told them that the selection of the three champions would take place on Samhain.

Another chill ran down Harry’s spine. Why that day?

The winner would win glory for their school and a thousand Galleons in prize money for him or herself as well. Shouts of protests erupted when Dumbledore told them nobody under the age of seventeen would be allowed to enter. The tasks were going to be extremely difficult and dangerous no matter what precautions they took. The risk of dying was very low, but it was still a factor.

Harry shook his head. He was happy that he was only fourteen. None of those prizes were worth the risk of death. Eternal glory and money…was that all people cared about? It was not that he was afraid…it was just that he had good sense.

Fred and George looked pissed when Dumbledore said that there would be an age line that those under seventeen would not be able to cross. They were muttering furiously to each other about how unjust this was.

Harry turned around once more to see that Cedric was looking down at his plate. A heavy stone suddenly dropped into the pit of his stomach. Was Cedric thinking about entering the tournament?

Cedric’s mind was in a little chaos right now. He didn’t know if he wanted to enter the tournament or not. His dad really wanted him to.

He was dating Harry Potter, too. His name would always be known as Great. He would just be the guy that was dating Harry Potter.

Harry was his true love. There was no doubt about that. He was falling for Harry more and more.

He looked up and caught Harry’s emerald gaze. The two of them seemed to freeze in that moment. Their eyes just staring into each others and several people took notice of this.

He made up his mind. He was going to enter and prove to himself that he was worthy of dating Harry Potter and make his dad proud. He was going to have to owl his mom.

They both jumped when Dumbledore clapped his hands and the feast began.

Harry gave him a small smile and turned back around. Cedric sighed and wished that they could sit together.

Ron was stuffing his face and Hermione and Ginny were both looking at him in disgust.

“Care for some hash, Harry?” Neville asked from beside him.

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Harry had not been able to see Cedric after the feast. He had wanted to talk to him about the train incident and assure him that he was fine. He was not going to mention anything about the tournament until Cedric did. He did not want Cedric to think that he was clingy or controlling.

Fred and George were talking about finding away to get across that line. Other people were offering to help them because they wanted eternal glory and the prize money.

Harry told his friends that he was sleepy and wanted to get a good nights rest. Hermione told him that was a good idea and he made his way up the stairs to his and Ron’s room.

He kicked off his shoes, threw his robes off, removed his glasses, and crawled onto the bed. He was just about to fall asleep when a peck came at the window.

He glanced up to see that it was an owl. His eyes sparkled because it was Cedric’s owl. He needed to ask Cedric what his owl’s name was.

He put his glasses back on, got up, opened the window, and the solid black owl fluttered in with a hoot. It suddenly struck Harry. His owl was solid white and Cedric’s was solid black. Was that odd? It reminded him of something.

He took the letter and opened it up as the owl watched him. It was scented just like all the rest.

Hi Harry,

I was watching you at the feast. Are you feeling okay? You hardly ate a thing. If you need me, you owl me, okay?

Let’s make plans to see each other soon.

I wish I was there to hug and kiss you goodnight.

Yours,

Cedric

He quickly put the letter down and pulled out a piece of parchment and his quill. He was going to buy himself a nice set of inks so he could send Cedric really nice letters, too.

Hi Cedric,

I’m fine. I wasn’t really that hungry, but I will be for breakfast.

Would you like to compare class schedules and see when we have free time? I’m sure we can find someplace to hang out where people won’t gawk at us.

I wish you were here, or I was there, so we could hug and kiss each other goodnight, too.

What’s your owl’s name?

Yours,

Harry

He gave the letter to Cedric’s owl, telling him to have a goodnight, fly safely through the rain, and gave him a big thank you for delivering the letter in such weather. The owl playfully nipped his finger, and took flew out into the rain with a hoot.

Harry decided to go take a nice hot shower. It would help him to fall asleep faster.

He suddenly cocked his head to the side.

Did I waterproof that letter?

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Present

Professor McGonagall took a step back when the poltergeist floated back into the room. The look on her face could have frightened a basilisk. Everyone knew that she did not like this spirit. He was the very embodiment of chaos that happened in this school. If something chaotic was happening, Peeves was the one who started it.

Dumbledore turned his back and walked over to stand next to a bed. Why would the Queen Beansidhe kiss Harry Potter? She hated all males.

“Follow me, Minerva.” Dumbledore said, walking from the room. “Thank you Peeves.”

The poltergeist gave the Headmaster a humble bow and floated off to go rattle Filch’s chains. It always made his eternity.

Professor McGonagall followed Dumbledore all the way back to his office. She watched him walk over to a bookshelf and pulled down a rather old and very dusty tome.

“What are you doing, Albus?” She asked with a guarded tone.

“I have to know why she kissed him.” He said, flipping through the crinkled yellow pages.

“You’re not going to summon that creature here!” She fumed, looking around, wanting to leave. “You’re mad. She’ll kill us for doing something so brash.”

“Not if we hold the circle of power around her together.” He told her. “Once summoned by this ancient spell of calling, she can do no harm.”

“That spell requires blood, Dumbledore.” She said, walking towards him with a hiss of her robes to see him pull out a dagger from his robes. “The Ministry will not condone this.”

“What takes place in my school is under the jurisdiction of the Headmaster.” He said, looking the spell over. “And this is important. There may be a way to save Harry from this curse.”

She looked up at Fawkes and sighed. “Do you condone this as well?”

The fiery red bird chirped at her, spanning his flaming orange and red wings out.

She shook her head. “This is madness, Albus.”

“Will you help me or not, Minerva?” He asked, pulling out his wand, walking from the room.

She followed after him. “You know I will.”

“Good.” He said. “Let us go to the Forbidden Forest.”

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Professor Snape had Harry to take a seat in a comfortable looking chair while he went to find the instruments that he was going to need. Pulling hidden memories from the mind was tricky business and it was going to take his full concentration. One little mishap and it could all go straight to hell.

Harry looked around the office. There were bottles and jars full of potions all over the place. All of them were different kinds of colors.

Some were pearly, others were ruby, and many were as black as night. His sparkling green gems fell on one that was swirling and blue. He actually wondered what it was. It was very pretty.

“All right, Mr. Potter.” Snape said, walking back over to him. “I’m going to lay the chair back and I would like for you to close your eyes.”

“Why?” Harry asked. His eyes filled with curiosity. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to look inside your mind and find your hidden memories.” He said, honest enough. He was just not telling him what he was going to do with them.

Harry made a face. “Will this harm me?”

Snape shook his head.

Harry nodded his head. It was not good to tell someone what you were going to do with them should they fail. If Snape so much as made him utter ouch, he was going to slice off his head and kick it down the hall.

Snape laid the chair back and Harry closed his eyes.

“Relax your mind, Mr. Potter.” Snape said, pulling out his wand. “Imagine that you are taking a walk through a green forest. The trees are swaying gently in the warm breeze that is blowing through.”

Harry softly smiled. Professor Snape had a nice voice.

Snape carefully put his hand on Harry’s scar and whispered the spell.

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“The circle is holding, Albus.” Professor McGonagall said. “You can begin when ready.”

The two of them were standing deep within the heart of the Forbidden Forest. In case something was to go wrong, nobody else would be hurt.

Dumbledore nodded and stepped up to the glowing ball of golden light that sent the shadows screaming. He held out his wand and started speaking the spell of calling.

Child of Sorrow, I summon you into this circle. Deirdre of the Sorrows, I summon you. Daughter of Felimid, I Summon you. Great and Treasured lover of Naoise, I summon you. Fair and Beautiful Deirdre, Queen of the Beansidhe, I summon you here. Come into this circle, harming none that is here!

A great howling wind descended and rushed through the forest, slicing through the air like deadly knives. Thousands of dead leaves rushed and swirled around them, as the howling grew louder.

Dumbledore sliced open his palm with the enchanted silver dagger, laying it upon the golden ball of light. A great pulse shot out, blowing their robes all around them.

Professor McGonagall held the circle.

“Would you like to know what I did to the last wizard who summoned me with that spell?” A cold and blood chilling voice hissed like a deadly serpent. “He wanted one of my hairs for a wand.”

“Forgive us for this intrusion on your person, Queen Beansidhe.” Dumbledore said, taking a humble bow before the stunning image of beauty that stood within the golden bubble of light.

A tall and willowy woman stood before them. She had to be at least six feet tall. Her skin was the color of the moon shrouded in silver mist. The hair that billowed around her sharp features was the color of flame. Those eyes that burned at them with fury were the color of molten amber.

“I sense great pain in you, old man.” Her honey sweet voice cooed, dripping with poisonous venom. “If you were seventy years younger, I’d think about kissing you.”

Dumbledore raised his head. “I have a question for you, Great Queen.”

“You’re blood is strong, old man.” She said, touching the bounds of her prison, golden light pushing back at her. “You did well.”

Her voice was so soft and airy. It was almost the tinkling of silver bells. No mortal throat could ever produce such a sound without the help of magic.

“Harry Potter.” Professor McGonagall said, making her presence known to the stunning goddess. “It was you who kissed him.”

Those frighteningly beautiful amber eyes fell upon her, and Minerva had to fight not to shy away from them. Those eyes were the eyes of a beautiful young woman, but they held thousands of years of pain and anger.

“That little child’s screams of anguish called to me like a lover under the moonlight.” She cooed, floating back from the bounds of the bubble. “He is a child of Sorrow…just like me.”

Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at her, ears wide open.

“His screams were like my own when my lover was killed before my eyes. Like me, he had nobody left to love him. He lost it all, like I did.” She said, twirling a strand of flaming red hair around a long white talon.

“Is that how you became the first Beansidhe?” Dumbledore asked.

“My story is not for mortal ears!” She snapped like lightning splitting a tree down the middle. “Just know that his screams of sorrow called to me. His love was mirror to my own. We are two sides of the same mirror.”

“Is there anyway to free him from your kiss?” Dumbledore asked.

Her eyes suddenly filled with a malicious power, and she smacked the barrier with all her might, causing it to tremble.

Both Dumbledore and McGonagall fueled it with their power.

“While I am here, I can’t kill the two of you.” She hissed like lightning searching for prey. “Just pray that when I leave, I forget who you are.”

“Please,” Dumbledore begged. “Is there anyway to free Harry?”

The goddess shook her head. “My kiss is as eternal as I am. As long as sorrow exists within his heart…my curse will always be there to claim him.”

Dumbledore looked away from her. The look in her eyes was brining back too much pain.

“There is such sorrow in you.” She cooed like a gentle lover. “You must have lost someone very close to you and you hide it behind those twinkling blue eyes.”

He shook his head. “My pain is my own.”

McGonagall was starting to get nervous.

“Release me then, old man. You’ve wasted enough of my lonely eternity.” She said, floating back.

“Is there no way to save Harry?” He asked again.

“Release me now!” She shrieked, clawing at the barrier. “Before I slice open your guts and fill up my cup!”

Dumbledore shook his head.

Return to where you came!

The bubble and the Beansidhe Queen vanished in a POP.

Professor McGonagall fell to her knees, wiping the sweat from her brow. “This was most foolish, Albus.”

He leaned back against a tree with a withered hand over his heart. She had dug deep into his soul. She had known his secret pains. She had seen the face of his lover he lost to darkness.

McGonagall turned her face to look at him. “Are you all right, Albus?”

He nodded his head. “Let’s just hope that Severus has been more successful.”

She got to her feet and took him by the hand. “Are you sure that you are all right?”

“Yes.” He said, starting to walk beside her. “I’m fine.”

Everything will be fine.

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“You may open your eyes now, Mr. Potter.” Snape said, walking away from him.

Harry did as he was told, looking around in confusion. “Is that it?”

Snape turned and nodded at him. “That is it.”

“What did you do?” Harry asked, floating to his feet.

“What I told you I was going to do.” Snape told him. “I was searching for your lost memories.”

“Did you find them?” Harry asked. “Can I see them?”

Snape shook his head. “Unfortunately, Mr. Potter, I could not find any trace of your lost memories.”

Harry frowned. “Have I lost them forever?”

Snape’s heart would have broken if he had one. The look that Harry was giving him was heartbreaking. “I don’t know, Mr. Potter.”

“I think I’m going to go for a walk.” Harry said, turning to glide away.

“I don’t think that will be a good idea, Mr. Potter.” Snape said, taking a step towards him.

Harry’s face became like a storm. “I’m not going to do anything. I’m just going to walk around and look at the people in the pictures.”

“I’m not sure if the Headmaster will approve of me allowing you out of my sight.” Snape said.

“Then you may come with me.” Harry said, gliding through the door like a ghost.

Snape blinked. Did he just float through that door as if it were made of water?

He quickly spelled the cabinet shut that contained many bottles of glowing blue liquid before racing from the room to catch up with him.

TBC…

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