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 Ten

The storm finally blew itself out by morning when Harry went down to the Great Hall for some breakfast. His tummy was rumbling something terrible. He was about to faint from hunger.

He had not been able to shake his horrible feeling that something bad was ever so slowly blowing right towards him on the wind. Professor Dumbledore’s words about the Triwizard tournament’s death toll being too high still haunted him.

What if Cedric decided to enter for a chance to compete? Would he be okay with that? Would he stand by and let Cedric risk his life for some silly cup?

He quickly looked over his schedule. He had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures with the Slytherins. He always hated having classes with the Slytherins. They never had anything nice to say about anybody.

Herbology went off without any problems and Hagrid’s class did the same. Malfoy and his goons stayed as far away from him as they could and still be in hearing range.

He could feel Malfoy’s venom being glared right into his back, but he ignored it. As long as the idiot kept his mouth shut, it was going to be a good day.

Hagrid spent the whole class explaining how to properly care for their Blast-Ended Skrewts. Some students got burned and others even got stung. Harry didn’t think he liked these magical critters at all.

Ron and Hermione argued the whole time, as usual. It helped him to forget about his bad feelings. The two of them simply cracked him up with their antics. They fought like an old married couple.

That afternoon, he and Ron made their way to the North Tower for Divinations with Professor Trelawney. She was always predicting some kind of doom to befall Harry every minute on the minute.

The two of them walked up a spiraling staircase that glittered with silver stars and moons along the railing. These stairs led to a silver stepladder that they had to climb up to get through the circular trap door that looked like a smiling moon. This was where Professor Trelawney resided. She told them all that she had to keep herself away from the mundane world, or her inner eye would get clouded with confusion.

Harry’s nose was immediately assaulted by the familiar sweet perfume in the air as he climbed up through the trapdoor. The room was lit by soft red light form dozens of covered lamps.

A fire was silently roaring in the stone fireplace. The sweet scent was coming from the black cauldron within.

Harry and Ron made their way over to the round table they usually sat out. It was here where Hermione threw a tantrum last year and sent a crystal ball rolling for its life.

“Good day.” A misty voice said from right behind Harry, making him jump in fright.

How did she do that? She was always doing that! She was like a bloody ghost, always popping up like that.

Professor Trelawney was a very thin woman. She was dressed in flowing robes that looked to be made of the finest silk. She was bedecked with all kinds of bracelets, rings, and necklaces. The glasses on her face made her eyes look like the size of American Silver Dollars. In a way, she reminded Harry of a giant glowworm.

She was gazing down into Harry’s emerald eyes with a tragic expression filled with heart wrenching sorrow.

“Your eyes are filled with worry, my dear.” She said in her wispy voice that always sounded frighteningly mysterious whenever she did this. “Your soul is troubled with dark feelings and I regret to say that it is not your imagination. I see difficult times ahead for you…most difficult indeed. That which you are afraid of will come to pass. It will come to pass very soon I think.”

Ron rolled his eyes and Harry didn’t open his mouth as she floated past them. Was Cedric really going to enter the tournament? Was something really bad going to happen to him?

“What are you seeing?” Harry suddenly asked, listening to the slight gasps from all around.

Ron was looking at him like he had lost his mind. Why was he listening to this loony old fraud for?

Professor Trelawney turned back to him with a mournful expression on her face. She saw him weeping in anguish, screaming in heart shattering agony over a body covered in white.

“Come to me later, Mr. Potter.” She said, gliding closer. “We shall have some tea.”

Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil looked crestfallen. They each longed for a private session with the professor. Each of them was gifted with the sight, according to Professor Trelawney. They each got the highest marks in class.

Harry looked down at his hands that were shaking in his lap, willing them to stop. She had to be just saying those things to get under his skin like always. He fiddled with his bracelet just to make himself feel better.

“Today we are going to consult with the stars for they guide our every step…” She went on to say while Harry got even more lost in his thoughts.

“Harry!” Ron snapped, elbowing him.

He sat straight up, looking around in wonder. “What?”

Giggles followed.

“I was telling you how you were born under the dark sign of Venus, my dear.” Professor Trelawney told him. She was just a teeny tiny bit irked that he had not been paying attention to her.

Harry shook his head. “I’m sorry, Professor, what? I’m a little flustered, sorry.”

“Venus, dear, you were born under the dark sign of the planet Venus.” She said, flattered that he was so flustered by her words. It was about time he started to take her words to heart. “Dark Venus was obviously in a position of great power at the moment of your birth…your wild raven black locks…your haunting green eyes…tragic losses of love so early in life…you were born in Midsummer, correct, dear?”

“I was born in July.” He told her.

Professor Trelawney smiled, continuing on with lecture. Everyone was paying close attention to her words now, except for Ron. He was bored stiff. She probably looked at a birth record.

She distributed to each of them a circular chart, telling them to fill in the position of the planets at their exact moment of birth. It was a lot of work and required actual effort to get it right.

“Ah, yes, Icy Pluto.” Professor Trelawney smiled down at Harry’s chart. “No wonder your skin is so fair.”

Ron snorted and she turned on him with a baleful gaze. “And Fiery Mars is the reason for your striking red hair and short temper, my dear.”

Ron looked down at his chart. For some odd reason he had two Jupiter’s. Was that right? There was only one up there…how could he have two? He backtracked and realized that he had screwed up.

Lavender and Parvati squealed and she glided over to take a look at their work. She kept her gaze cool. Harry’s chart was disturbing her greatly. He was going to lose something that would either make him or break him.

At the end of class she assigned them all homework. She wanted them to keep track of the planetary movements in the coming month, with references to their own charts. It was to be turned in on Monday to be examined. She told them to have fun with it because unfogging the future was supposed to be fun and exciting.

“Tea will be served at seven o’clock, Mr. Potter.” She said before leaving through a door.

“Crazy old bat!” Ron snarled as he followed Harry down the stairs to the Great Hall for dinner. “This crap will take all week and most of the weekend.”

“Homework!” Hermione squealed. She sounded almost happy about it. She was an odd one.

Ron mumbled something not very nice and the three of them entered the Great Hall. Someone shouted Ron’s name and it was all a bit of a blur after that.

Malfoy had read to them something in the paper that some troll bitch from hell had written about Ron’s dad. The idiot then proceeded to insult Ron’s family and called his mother fat. The whole thing was drawing a rather large crowd.

Ron told him to shut the fuck up and to never talk about his mother like that. Malfoy had laughed and pointed at Cedric’s dad in the moving picture. He was defending Mr. Weasley. He was actually shocked that the Weasley’s had friends. Why would this old fool support a Weasley?

Harry’s fuse was lit. The more Malfoy talked about Mrs. Weasley and Cedric’s dad, the sooner the bomb would go BOOM!

The paper in Malfoy’s hands suddenly exploded into flames and ash, causing the ass to jump back with a gasp. He pointed his wand at Malfoy and people suddenly formed to sides.

“Don’t you dare insult Ron’s family like that or Mr. Diggory.” He warned.

“Oh, that’s right.” Malfoy said, really wanting to get Potter back for what he’d done to him on the train. “You were staying with them weren’t you, Potter? Does your real family not love you? Is Weasley’s mother really this huge?”

Harry’s eyes flashed, and Ron snarled. Hermione was telling them to stop it before a teacher came.

“Stuff it, Mudblood!” Malfoy yelled. “Tell me something, Potter. Why defend that crackpot, Diggory?”

Harry’s hair started to flutter around his face. “That’s none of your business.”

“Is his son your boyfriend?” Malfoy asked, eyes sparkling with menace. “I saw the two of you run by me in those woods holding hands. Are you shagging Cedric Diggory?”

A silent hush fell over everyone present. All were looking at Harry with shock on their faces. Some were even smirking as if they had known.

Harry suddenly lowered his wand. This little worm was beneath him. So what if the whole school knew that he was gay. They could go jump in front of Voldemort’s wand.

“You’re an idiot.” Harry said, looking him right in the eye. “I don’t waste my time with idiots.”

Malfoy’s face went pink with rage.

“How dare you?” He snarled.

Harry turned his back and began to walk away with his friends when a loud BANG went off.

People screamed and Harry felt something lava hot graze the side of his face. A second BANG went off and a loud shout echoed from the front of the hall.

“OH NO YOU DIDN’T!”

Everyone saw that it was Professor Moody limping in. His wand was out, pointing it right at a furry white ferret which was shivering in terror right where Malfoy had been standing.

“Did he burn you, Potter?” Moody growled with rage.

Harry shook his head. “No, Sir, he missed.”

“LEAVE HIM THERE!” Moody bellowed at Goyle who nearly fainted at the volume. “I’M GOING TO TEACH YOU A LESSON YOU’LL NEVER FORGET, BOY!”

The terrified ferret went flying through the air with a squeak.

“I don’t like little fools who attack their opponents when their backs are turned!” He hissed, bouncing the ferret up and down, enjoying its squeaks of pain. “What you did was no good, cowardly, scummy, and a rotten thing to do!”

“Professor Moody!” Professor McGonagall said in a shocked voice, walking in with a ton of books floating behind her in a neat stack.

“Howdy.” He said, bouncing the helpless, squealing ferret higher in the air.

“What on earth are you doing to that ferret?” She asked in horror.

“I’m teaching the kiddies a lesson.” He said, sending the ferret squealing around in dizzying circles. “It’ll do them good to listen well. I don’t like cheaters.”

Her eyes widened and the books fell. “Is that a student, Moody?”

“Technically,” he said, enjoying the laughter of several students. “It is a ferret.”

Harry could not believe his eyes. Moody was the coolest.

Hermione had her hands over her mouth in silent shock and Ron was practically holding onto to Harry in order to keep from falling. He was howling with laughter.

“No!” She shouted, pulling out her wand, zapping Malfoy back to normal.

Malfoy hit the ground with a yelp of pain. His face was red. He was looking at Moody with pure hatred. He was completely humiliated.

“We never use transfiguration as a form of punishment!” Professor McGonagall barked. “Didn’t Professor Dumbledore tell you that?”

Moody scratched his chin, shrugging his shoulders. “He might’ve mentioned it…once or twice.”

“We give detentions, Moody.” She told him. “We report them to their head of house.”

“Detentions?” Moody asked in confusion. “What good do they serve?”

“Take him to Professor Snape!” She snapped, helping Malfoy to his feet.

Harry was watching all of this with such glee in his emerald eyes. Seeing Malfoy completely humiliated like that made him feel good.

“This will teach him to talk bad about the people I care about.” He said to himself.

“When I tell my father…” Malfoy snapped.

“I know your daddy, boy!” Moody hissed, grabbing him by the ear, leading him off. “We go way back! Come along now, we mustn’t keep my good friend Severus waiting.”

Everyone was in a state of shock. They forgot all about Harry and Malfoy’s accusations about him being romantically involved with Cedric.

Ron was still howling with laughter even after Professor McGonagall stalked from the hall. That had been fucking hilarious. He meditated on the whole experience. He had finally obtained Nirvana.

“That was horrible.” Hermione said, trying her best to keep a straight face. “Are you all right, Harry? Your cheek is a little pink.”

Harry put a pale hand to it in shock. That beam had been really hot.

“I’m fine.” He said, looking around, seeing no sign of Cedric. “I can’t wait to see how he teaches.”

“Who might that be, Harry?” Fred asked, walking up with George right beside him.

“Moody.” Ron said. “You missed it. He turned Malfoy into a ferret and played meet the ground over and over again.”

“He’s awesome!” George said with excitement.

The two of them took a seat and began to tell them all about the class.

Harry smiled, suddenly dreading tea with Professor Trelawney. She had seen something terrible. He was sure of it.

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Harry made his way out of the Great Hall and started towards the North Tower for the second time that day. He rounded a corner and ran right smack into Cedric who was running at top speed.

He yelped in surprise when powerful arms wrapped around him. Cedric immediately spun around so that Harry was the one who fell on top.

Harry’s elbow accidentally got Cedric right in the gut, knocking the wind from his lungs. Their robes fluttered out like broken wings all around them.

Cedric wheezed for air and Harry was too stunned to move. The two of them just laid there in a graceful heap on the floor.

“That was a spectacular fall.” Peeves cackled, zooming off, howling with insane laughter.

“I’m glad…I was able…to catch you…Harry.” Cedric panted as Harry quickly rolled off him. “I was…afraid…I was going…to miss you.”

“You caught me.” Harry said, smiling down at the extremely handsome and dazed Hufflepuff. “What’s up?”

“The little golden snitches fluttering around my head.” Cedric smiled, making Harry laugh.

Cedric sat up, Harry got to his feet, helping the bigger teen to his.

Cedric rubbed his stomach. “You have a wicked elbow, Harry.”

Harry instantly put his hand on Cedric’s firm tummy, giving it a gentle rub. “I’m sorry.”

Cedric felt like electricity was shooting straight to his groin and coughed.

“Where are you off to?” He asked, taking Harry’s hands, pulling the smaller teen over into the privacy of the shadows.

“Professor Trelawney wanted to see me.” Harry told him, wondering if he should tell him about his bad feelings.

“Has she predicted something terrible for you?” Cedric asked with a soft grin. “She told me during my third year that I was doomed to die among the tombstones.”

Harry paled. “What?”

“She’s loony, Harry.” Cedric told him, leaning down, kissing his slightly pink cheek where Malfoy’s spell had grazed him. “But, I’m never going to set foot where there are graves.”

Harry nodded his head, savoring his petal soft kisses. He wrapped his arms around Cedric’s narrow waist.

“Do you mind if I escort you to your intended destination?” Cedric asked, stepping back, puffing out his broad chest, offering Harry his well defined arm.

“Don’t you want to go eat something with your friends?” Harry asked, wondering if he might be hungry.

Cedric shook his head and Harry took his arm. He was a Prefect now. He could get food whenever he wanted. Right now he wanted to be with his Harry.

The two of them set off to the North Tower, arm in arm.

Cedric loved the feel of Harry’s arm entwined with his own. It was as if they were made to fit together. The perfect fit.

“Would you like for me to wait for you?” Cedric asked as they ascended the tightly spiraling staircase.

“I’m not sure how long I will be.” Harry said, looking at him.

Cedric reached into his robes and pulled out a small book. Harry saw that it had a healthy looking woman that kind of reminded him of Mrs. Weasley on the cover. Her hair was the color of flame and she was holding a two pronged golden cup in her hands.

“Who is that?” Harry asked.

Cedric suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, gasped, put a hand over his heart, and swooned back against the railing.

“Who is that…who is that?” He asked, really loving Harry’s shocked expression. He was too adorable. “This is Helga Hufflepuff.”

Harry suddenly recognized the badger on the cup, and nodded.

“I’m going to sit down here while you climb up to see your professor.” Cedric said, taking a seat next to a yawning gargoyle, opening his book.

Harry shook his head and began to climb up the ladder.

Cedric looked up and felt him self blushing for looking. His Harry had a nice ass. He whistled.

Harry almost lost his footing, froze, and snapped his head around to look down at him. “What was that for?”

Cedric gave him a very white smile. “I’m admiring you.”

Harry stuck his tongue out at him and climbed up through the circular trapdoor. His heart was fluttering like a crazy hummingbird with a sugar high.

Cedric chuckled as the trapdoor closed with a click. He opened up his book once more and started to read.

His house founder had a magical relic. It was the golden cup that was on the front cover of the book in his hands.

The cup was supposed to possess many strange and unusual powers. It was whispered in whispers that she had crafted it from the gold of an ancient god of Death. The cup was then lost many years ago. Some say hidden, others say stolen.

He sighed. He has spent six years looking for it. Maybe this will be the year that he finds it for his house.

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A warm fire was burning in the stone fireplace and the room smelled like it always did. It was a magical smell that must help to open one’s inner eye to the world of the Unseen.

Harry looked around to see that there was a table in front of the fireplace in place of Professor Trelawney’s winged chair. It had a beautiful violet silk cloth covering it and in the center was a good sized crystal ball.

“Is that the look of love I see in your eyes, dear?” Professor Trelawney asked in her usual wispy voice, stepping into the room, carrying a good sized tray filled with goodies.

Harry realized that he was blushing and looked down at his feet. He was about to ask her how she had known, but thought better of it.

“I always wondered when Mr. Diggory would find his true love.” She mused, fixing him a plate with heart shaped tarts.

Harry blinked. “What?”

“Try some of these, dear.” She told him. “I’ll be right back with the tea.”

He just stood there with plate in hand, looking extremely confused. How in the world had she known about him and Cedric? What was this true love business?

He liked Cedric, a lot, but love? Wow, the tarts were good!

Professor Trelawney came back in with a beautiful tea set. She poured him a cup and handed it to him.

“You can deny it to my face if you like, dear.” She said, cocking her head to the side. “But the beating of your trembling heart cannot lie.”

He watched her walk over to sit down at the table with the crystal ball on it. She motioned for him to take a seat with a hand littered in jewels. He did as he was asked.

“Do you like the tea, dear?” She asked him.

He nodded his head. “It is very good, thank you, Professor.”

“You were locked away as a child.” She said, gazing at him. “You always thought nobody would ever love you.”

The teacup slipped from his hand, shattering upon contact with the floor. His breath was frozen in his lungs. How could she know that?

“I put on a good show in class, huh, dear?” She asked him.

“Tell me what you see.” He whispered, on the verge of tears. Nobody knew that about him, except for Dumbledore, and he would never tell.

“People think that if they know the future, they can change it.” She said, jeweled hands touching the crystal before her. “But, one cannot change the future, Harry. It is mapped out by the stars, and nothing can change the course they are set in.”

“You’re real?” Harry asked in awe.

“Of course, I’m real.” She snorted, putting a hand over her nose. “Do you think Dumbledore would keep a fraud around?”

“Then why the whole show then?” Harry asked, waving his arms around.

“It is for my protection.” She said, looking him directly in the eye. “Plus, people love the glitz and the glam, dear. They don’t want to know the truth. The truth scares them.”

“Then you only told Cedric that he was going to die among the tombstones for show?” He asked her.

“Aha!” She said, pointing a sharp nail at him. “I knew it!”

“Knew what?” Harry asked, lost in translation.

“You do love him.” She said, obviously very pleased with herself. “Eros has shot you right on target.”

Harry nervously started to fiddle with his bracelet. What was she doing?

“He gave you a love gift straight from the heart.” She smiled, looking at it. “It took him hours picking through to find the prettiest stones.”

The look he gave her warmed her heart. What am I doing Harry? I’ll tell you, my dear boy. I want you to know true love…while you can still hold it in your arms.

“He did?” He whispered, looking back at the trapdoor, knowing he was down there, waiting for him.

“True love, Harry, is something that many people never find.” She told him. “What does the song in your heart sing?”

He cocked his head to the side at her. What did his heart sing? What was she talking about? He didn’t know.

“The smell of true love is pleasing to the senses.” She said, leaning forwards a little. “No other may smell it until they find theirs.”

He was more confused that ever and the sickly sweet smell was making him dizzy.

“Close your eyes, Harry.” She said in her hypnotic, wispy voice, using his first name for the first time ever. “Listen to the song in your heart.”

Harry found that he was doing as she said. He closed his eyes, wanting that tiny voice to speak.

He could hear his relatives calling him useless, garbage, unlovable, trash, not fit to let live, should have died at birth. Tears fell from his closed eyes.

Images of that dark little cupboard came back. He was all alone, cold, and unloved. The dark scared him. The thought of always being alone terrified him. All he wanted was for someone to come and love him. His heart screamed for love.

All of a sudden, the little metal window slid open. A loving voice filled with golden warmth called out his name.

He sat up on the tiny bed and the door opened. The light was so bright and it illuminated him with warmth.

A hand reached into the darkness for him take hold. He put his hand in the bigger one and got to his feet.

That gentle hand pulled him out of the cold and lonely darkness. He suddenly found himself in the loving embrace of Cedric Diggory. His heart had only one name on its beat and it was singing only for Cedric.

He opened his eyes to see that Professor Trelawney was smiling at him with a tissue in hand.

“It took you long enough?” She smiled as he wiped his eyes. “Did you find him?”

He looked down at his watch. IT WAS MIDNIGHT??!

He looked back up at her with red eyes, and tear stained cheeks. She smiled at him, handing him a small crystal ball.

“In case you forget.” She said, also handing him a pass. “In case you get caught by dear Mr. Filch, which I doubt.”

He got to his feet, not knowing what to say. His heart was racing and he was so happy. He quickly put the crystal ball in his pocket.

“You can thank me by getting top marks on the assignment I gave you in class today.” She smiled, waving him off.

He nodded his head, making his way over to climb down through the trapdoor. He was very quiet about doing so. Filch could hear a unicorn fart magical rainbows from all the way in the Forbidden Forest.

Professor Trelawney watched the trapdoor silently shut. She closed her eyes and nodded.

“Hold onto him with all your heart, my dear.”

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Harry climbed down to the bottom, turned around, and smiled. Cedric was still where he left him, only sleeping. Well, he had been up there for five hours. Why had he waited around for so long?

Cedric had his back against the stone wall, his head resting against a snoozing gargoyle, and his book was lying open in his lap. He was snoring ever so softly, mouth slightly open.

He quietly tiptoed over and knelt down next to him. Cedric looked so adorable when he was sleeping.

The smell of jasmine seemed to fill his senses and it made him lean over, kissing Cedric on a rosy golden cheek. The older teen smiled and cuddled closer to the gargoyle.

Professor Trelawney was right. The smell of true love is pleasing to the senses.

He gently shook Cedric’s shoulder and he mumbled about crazy chocolate frogs.

“Cedric?” He said, shaking him a little harder, and gray eyes fluttered open.

Cedric turned to look at him with sleepy eyes, giving him a big goofy grin. It was the type of grin that would make lovesick girls squeal, “STOP IT!”

He reached out with his index finger, poking Harry on the tip of his nose with it. The look on Harry’s face made him snicker and he realized he wasn’t asleep right now.

“Your face,” Cedric said, realizing it was wet. “Have you been crying? What did she do?”

Harry suddenly threw himself down into his arms, squeezing him like a giant teddy bear, terrified to let go. Here was his loving light that pulled him from the lonely darkness. Here was the name his heart would forever sing and beat for.

“It’s midnight.” Harry told him. “Better kiss me before I turn into a pumpkin.”

Cedric chuckled.

Harry showed him his watch. He quickly looked at his own.

Cedric looked at him in concern. “What were you doing up there?”

Harry smiled, kissing him on the lips. It was a kiss that left Cedric dazed when he pulled away. The look on his handsome face had Harry giggling inside.

“I was unfogging my future.” Harry told him as they got to their feet.

“Was I still there?” Cedric asked, taking him by the hand as they walked off.

Harry nodded. “I was betting botox and you were getting liposuction.”

Cedric made a face. “What is that? It sounds scary.”

Harry laughed and squeezed his hand. “Want to play a prank on Filch?”

“I’m a Prefect, Harry.” Cedric said in a very serious, Percy-like manner. “I have to uphold the rules.”

“Oh, come on, Cedric. I have a pass from Professor Trelawney.” Harry whined, pulling on him. “I just want to stuff his cat up in a suit of armor again.”

Cedric’s eyes widened. “That was you?”

Harry nodded.

Cedric snorted. “I’ll close my eyes.”

The two of them laughed. Since Cedric was a Prefect, he could be out this late.

He walked with Harry back to the portrait of the Fat Lady, kissed him goodnight, and saw him safely inside. The Fat Lady growled about having to change the password again.

Cedric gave her an apology and strolled off, whistling with a skip to his step. He suddenly realized that he was skipping and he didn’t give a damn. He was so happy. He made his way back to the Badger Hole.

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Can’t you just fix it for me?
I’ll pay you well
Oh fuck!
I’ll pay you anything
If you could end this hell

--Dresden Dolls

Present

Professor Trelawney took a seat in her winged chair before her roaring fireplace. Her skin was so cold. She thought she was never going to feel warmth again.

The pain in that child had overwhelmed her. All the images she had seen flashed through her mind. Those haunting green eyes haunted her.

She could hear his screams, feel his anger, and feared his burning wrath. It was just waiting like a snake in the bushes.

Maybe she should have told him everything? Maybe he could have saved his love? Maybe, maybe, maybe… the world was full of maybes.

No matter what she had tried to divine…it all ended up the same. Cedric Diggory was destined to die and it would either build or break Harry Potter. Obviously it had broken him and built him into something new and terrifying.

They had stripped him of his memories and probably of every item Cedric had ever given him. If he was to get his memories back in some way…she feared for the lives of all involved.

She looked over at her crystal ball and wiped a falling tear away. Did Harry Potter still have a future? He was a Beansidhe now, an immortal creature graced or damned with power and endless beauty.

The Dark Lord might have doomed himself the moment he told his servant to kill the spare.

If he had no future…then maybe she could give him the past…

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Harry floated along the moving staircases, looking at all the moving pictures. They would all take one look at him and shiver in awe.

Snape was walking behind him, keeping a close eye on his every move. A Beansidhe’s temperament was like the weather. You had fair skies in one breath, and found yourself not breathing due to lightning strike the next.

“Did I go to school here?” Harry asked, turning around to gaze at the tall, thin man.

Snape nodded his head. “You will be a fifth year, Mr. Potter.”

Harry turned back to the portrait of a grazing elephant. “You really don’t like me, do you?”

Snape narrowed his eyes and Harry looked back at him.

“I don’t mind.” Harry smiled and it was as brilliant as lightning splitting the sky. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Snape just stood there, not daring to say a word. He kept his eyes cool, and his face blank.

Harry smirked. “You’re so calm and collective…am I scaring the hell out of you?”

In a frightening blur of supernatural speed, he was floating right in front of Snape at eye level. “There is so much hate in you, Professor. What have I done to make you loath me so?”

Snape did so much as breathe. Harry’s face was stormy and that long smoky hair was hissing like snakes. That brilliant white flesh shimmered like fresh fallen snow under the sunlight.

A glittering hand gently caressed a pale cheek, each finger slowly growing into long, razor sharp talons that made the moon pale in comparison. Those molten emerald stars burned into his eyes.

Luscious red lips, glowing like garnets, whispered ever so softly. “Why do you hate me, Professor?”

“Harry!” A voice called from behind him, and he spun around, hair fluttering around his beautiful face like curling smoke.

Snape almost fell to his knees with thanks. That idiot, Black, could not have showed up at a better time.

“And you are?” Harry asked, crossing his arms over his chest, clearly pissed at being interrupted.

Sirius’s face fell.

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Moody had found every item that the Diggory boy had given Harry. He must have really loved Harry with all his heart, because he had given him his house ring. It was a golden ring with the badger on it and it was strung on a thin golden chain.

There had been so many letters. He had to put them all into a sack.

He had actually looked through the photo album. It had broken his heart. There were so many happy memories contained within.

The picture that actually made his heart squeeze was the one with the two of them surrounded in butterflies. It was a magical sign that only a few people ever got to experience in a lifetime.

They were made for each other.

He immediately packed up all of Harry’s belongings with a spell. It was time to be getting back.

TBC…

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