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 Eleven

So live like you mean it
Love til you feel it
It's all that we need in our lives
So stand on the edge with me
Hold back your fear and see
Nothing is real til it's gone

--Goo Goo Dolls

Harry was sitting at his desk, waiting for Professor Moody’s class to begin. Ron and Hermione were on either side of him, getting their quills and parchment ready. Fred and George had both told them that Moody was a great teacher, but would not fill them in on any of the details. The twins told them that it would be a lot of hands on and note taking, but it would be worth it.

Everyone turned when they heard a wooden door creak open from behind them. It was Professor Moody and he looked to be ready to begin right away. His face was so serious and that magical eye seemed to be reading every single one of them as if they were an open book. Harry did not think he liked that very much.

“It would seem to me that you are all too far behind in your studies on how to defend yourselves against the darkest of magic.” Professor Moody told them all with a no nonsense face. “What could any of you hope to do if a dark wizard or witch were to suddenly attack this classroom right now?”

Not a single student opened his or her mouth. In all honesty, they didn’t know what they would do.

Many were thinking that they would just duck and run for their lives. Some were thinking that they would throw their chairs at the supposed dark threat.

“Expect you to protect us?” Ron bravely answered and got some giggles.

“Distract him or her with something off the top of our heads and stun him or her?” Neville asked to some people’s shock.

Moody chuckled and it was not a very a nice sound to hear. “This is terrible. What could Dumbledore be thinking? Have none of you learned anything?”

“We’ve learned to defend ourselves against boggarts and grindylows.” Hermione answered him and that magical eyes zoomed around in his socket to look at hair.

A grim smile crossed his weathered face and he shook his head. “Each of you would clearly be like little lambs on your merry way to be slaughtered.”

He limped over to a counter that held jars containing different kinds of insects. To Ron’s horror, he chose a hairy looking spider to demonstrate on.

“I am going to demonstrate the dangers of the Dark Arts.” He told them, and everyone was suddenly looking nervous. “I am going to show you all the Unforgivable Curses.”

Some people gasped and Harry looked down at his desk, not wanting to meet the gaze of that creepy, ever moving eye. He really wanted to leave now.

“Someone, anyone, give me the name of one of the three Unforgivable Curses.” Moody barked, making the spider grow a little bigger.

Ron actually squeaked but raised his hand. Hermione did the same.

“Weasley!” Moody said, pointing at him.

“My dad was telling me about how it can control people’s actions…” Ron told him. “He called it the Imperius Curse…or something.”

“Ah, yes, very good, Mr. Weasley.” Moody said. “Your father would know all about that one. It gave the Ministry such a hard time back in the day. Many a Deatheater claimed to have been under the influence of this dreaded curse.”

He said that last bit with a lot of scorn in his voice.

He pointed the tip of his wand at the spider. “Imperio!”

Many of the students were laughing as he had it tap dance on the table. He had it race around in circles until it was dizzy, and had it do whatever he wanted. Many of the students found this to be hilarious.

“Do you find this funny?” He asked with a grave tone. “What if I had it jump out the window? What if I made it drown itself in this cup of water? What if I had it decide to crawl its way down one of your throats?”

Ron paled and shivered. He did not want that last bit. He hated spiders.

“Name another one.” Moody ordered, having the spider to stop dancing.

Neville slowly raised his hand. “The Cruciatus Curse.”

“Longbottom, is it?” Moody asked and Neville nodded his head at him.

Moody made the spider grow even more so that it was the size of a tea cup. Everyone was watching him with wide eyes now. Ron wanted to scream and run away.

“Crucio!” Moody hissed, wand pointed right at the spider.

The spider seemed to crumple in on itself, rolling onto its back. Not a sound was coming from it, but Harry knew that it was screaming in agony in its own language. The helpless thing was rocking from side to side, twitching in agony.

Neville looked as if he were about to throw up, his hands clenched the desk, knuckles white as chalk. This curse haunted him.

“Stop it!” Hermione suddenly cried. She couldn’t take it anymore. Neville was horrified.

Moody relented and the spider began to shrink back to its normal size. He looked around the room.

“This was very popular back in the day.” He said, looking at them all. “Name the last Unforgivable Curse.”

Harry felt as if a block of ice had suddenly fallen into the pit of his stomach. He could hear those hissing words and see that blinding green flash. His eyes closed when Hermione actually whispered it aloud.

Moody nodded his head. “The last and the worst…the Killing Curse…Avada Kedavra.”

Harry opened his eyes to see Moody pointing his wand at the spider. He could hear the sound of his frightened heart beating in his ears. The sound of his mother’s screams filling the air.

“Avada Kedavra!” Moody roared.

A blinding green light shot from the tip of his wand, followed by a terrible rushing sound. The spider rolled over onto its back, dead. Several students muffled their cries of alarm and Harry nearly fainted.

Had that been how both his parents died? Had that acid green light simply wash the life from their bodies?

“Not very nice, is it?” Moody asked, his face as hard as steel. “There is no spell that can block it. Only one person has ever survived that deadly green light…and he’s sitting in this room with all of us now.”

Harry looked up at him from the body of the dead spider. His hands were trembling and he fought to calm them.

“Those are the curses that will earn you a life sentence in Azkaban.” Moody told them, having his wand to enchant the chalk. “I’m not here to teach you how to cast them. I’m here to show you what you are up against and how to defend yourselves to the best of your abilities. CONSTANT VIGILANCE! You must be ready to face the unthinkable.”

The board was quickly beginning to fill with notes. It was all about the curses and how to fight the first two. One could only hope that they could dodge the Killing Curse.

“Write all of this down.” Moody ordered. “We shall have a quiz next class.”

Harry’s writing hand shook as he tried to write as neatly as possible. He really wanted to be alone right now.

As the three of them were leaving class, Harry could hear the excited whispered about how cool all of that had been. It made him sick. There was nothing cool about controlling, torturing, and killing someone.

“Neville?” Hermione asked, seeing him on the landing, looking out a beautiful stained glass window. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, hi guys.” He said, smiling at them. “I’m hungry. Are you three hungry as well?”

“Neville?” Ron asked.

“I’m fine.” He said and Harry could tell it was a lie. “That was an interesting lecture. Are you all as hungry as I am?”

Harry put a hand on his shoulder. “What…”

He was interrupted when a loud clunking sound echoed from behind them. It was Professor Moody and he was limping right towards them.

“Everything will be all right, sonny.” Moody growled softly as Neville. “Why don’t you come to my office for some tea?”

Neville turned frightened eyes on Harry. He couldn’t even speak.

“Are you all right, Mr. Potter?” Moody asked him with concern.

Harry looked up at him, nodding his head. “I’m fine, Sir.”

“It’s harsh, I know, but you have to be ready. There is no point in pretending that it can’t happen again.” Moody told him.

Harry nodded his head once more. Moody quickly began to lead Neville away. He turned to follow his friends down to the Great Hall for some food.

“That was some lesson, huh?” Ron asked. “The way he said Avada Kedavra and the spider simply died. It looked as if the life was just snuffed…”

The look on Harry’s face could have scared a male dragon sterile.

“I’m going to go take a walk.” He said, strolling past them. “I’ll see you two later.”

Hermione sharply elbowed Ron in the ribs, causing him to yelp in pain.

Ron was about to call her something nasty but she cocked a brow, daring him to open his mouth. He followed her silently.

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Harry had no destination in mind. He was just simply walking to wherever his feet were carrying him. He just wanted to get away from people for only a little while.

The Killing Curse had been performed right in front of him. He had seen that acid green light with his own eyes and not just in dreams. That rushing sound had washed right over the spider, snuffing the life right out of it.

There had not been a single mark on the spider. Had his parents died without a single mark on them as well? Did the life in their bodies just get washed away in that terrible roaring sound?

His knees suddenly gave out on him, and he collapsed to the cold marble floor. He hissed in pain and leaned back against the cool wall, closing his eyes. Why would Dumbledore allow that? He was only fourteen years old. No child should have to witness such evil.

Why couldn’t he be like everyone else? They went through their days without a single care in the world. All they had to worry about was grades and what kind of clothes were in style.

He was constantly worrying about a dark lord jumping out and killing him or someone he really cared about. It wasn’t fair. Why him? But, then again, he would never wish his pain on anybody.

He shook his head, rubbing his temples. He knew that if life was fair, everybody would be like him, always watching their backs…but not for the same reasons.

Voices could be heard in the distance and he stumbled back to his feet. He leaned against the wall, acting like he was waiting for someone until the four younger looking students passed.

One of them, a boy who looked about twelve turned back to look at him. He quickly turned back to his friends with excited whispers.

Harry sighed. Were people always going to talk about him? He wanted to snarl about how he had feelings to after them.

He had so much homework to do and he was not in the right frame of mind to even get started on some of it. He decided to go for a walk in the greenhouse. Maybe Professor Sprout would be in. He wanted to see if she would give him some kind of jasmine to grow in his room.

A smile crossed his face as he stepped out in the warm sunlight. The golden rays from the sun felt really good on his chilled skin. He just needed to calm down before he made himself sick.

Dumbledore has to have his reasons for allowing the Killing Curse to be performed in front of students. He really would like to know what that reason was.

What if something had gone wrong and the curse accidentally hit a student? He knew that Professor Moody was the best in his field but accidents do happen. The mere thought of such a screw up had him shivering again.

He wondered if he could handle seeing one of his classmates dying right in front of his eyes. He had seen a professor crumble into dust, and a shadow of Voldemort die, but they had been evil, they had it coming.

That suddenly had him wondering about what Moody had said in class. He told them you had to have a lot of magic in order to cast the Killing Curse. You had to mean it.

He had been so angry last year that he probably could have used it. He had wanted to kill that rat bastard for selling his parent’s whereabouts to Voldemort. He wondered if he had done the right thing in letting Peter Pettigrew live.

He suddenly found himself at the greenhouse and made his way inside. It was hot, misty, and he was surrounded by beautiful plants. He was standing in a paradise.

He looked around to see that there was no sign of Professor Sprout. Maybe she had already gone to dinner?

He began to walk around. The greenhouse was rather large. Maybe she was lost in the greenery?

“Professor Sprout?” He called out only to receive no answer.

He walked by a green and brown painted cabinet only for it to shake violently. It caused him to jump back.

He cocked his head to the side. Was Professor Sprout having a boggart problem?

He pulled out his wand, having a small smile on his face. Maybe he could take his anger out on this pathetic creature that lived off people’s fears.

He opened it up, not expecting what was inside to come tumbling out to land with a thud. His wand slipped from his fingers and he stumbled back with a look of pure horror on his face.

A tiny squeak escaped his mouth and something breakable exploded behind him.

Cedric was lying in the floor, gazing up at the vine covered ceiling with empty gray eyes. His chest was not moving and his mouth was slightly open as if in shock.

Harry fell to his knees, completely oblivious to their screams of protest. He started to rock back and forth as his hair began to glow in a magical breeze around his face. The scar on his forehead began to blaze an emerald green.

Glass objects all around began to rattle and crack under an invisible pressure. The scream clawed its way out of his throat like a demon roaring its way out of hell. The scream was a name and it was Cedric’s.

Glass exploded all around him in a shimmering wave of death. He grabbed his head and cried out in horror at the dead body before him.

“Riddikulus!” A voice shouted over his cries.

What had been Cedric’s dead body began to fold in on its self and explode into wisps of black smoke.

Harry could hear the sound of booted feet racing over the sound of crunching glass only to scream again when strong arms suddenly embraced him. He was still consumed in his fear.

“Harry!” The voice shouted, spinning him around. “I’m here! I’m right here!”

“Don’t leave me!” Harry cried, throwing his arms around him, stealing the breath from his lungs. “Don’t leave me!”

The tears streamed from his emerald eyes as he clung to Cedric with all his might. He knew it had been a stupid boggart…but he had expected it to be a dementor…not Cedric’s dead body.

Cedric was in a state of shock. He had come to see Professor Sprout about his house ring. He had not been expecting to come running in to find Harry screaming over what appeared to be his corpse.

He really was in shock. Did he truly mean this much to Harry? He was head over feet in love with Harry, but he did not expect Harry to fall for him so quickly.

He looked around at the shimmering mess Harry had made as he held the trembling teen in his arms. He never wanted Harry to feel this pain again.

“I was…not prepared…for that.” Harry said, cursing himself for falling so easily into the trap.

Cedric nodded, kissing him on top of the head. “I don’t think Professor Sprout would use her Head Boy as fertilizer.”

“That all depends on whether or not he’s going to help clean up this mess.” An angry voice said from behind them. “What in the world did you do to my greenhouse?”

Harry explained to her what had happened once Cedric helped him to calm down. She took notice how Cedric was affectionately rubbing the top of Harry’s clasped hand with his thumb. Now she understood why Cedric had wanted to talk to her about his house ring. Cedric Diggory was truly in love with Harry Potter and from the shimmering destruction…she could only guess that Harry would kill for him.

She was amazed at how destructive Potter’s power could be when out of control. He said that he had known it wasn’t really Cedric, but she could only wonder if he was being honest. She could only imagine what might have happened if it had truly been Cedric.

She could hear Professor Trelawney’s wispy voice as if the crazy woman was right beside her. “I see a new greenhouse being constructed for you, my dear.”

Cedric was wiping Harry’s salty tears away with his sleeve, making him smile. Oh, yes, she would actually believe that prediction. Out of all the years teaching Harry Potter, she had never seen him smile straight from the heart like that.

It would seem that the two young men before her were totally lost in each other’s eyes. She coughed and they both jumped to her amusement.

“Let’s clean up this explosion and I’ll fix us some tea.” She told them, waving her wand around. “And then I’ll go and get Mr. Potter his night blooming jasmine.”

Harry could only lower his head and she winked at Cedric. He had discovered himself a treasure.

Cedric squeezed his hand and they quickly began to help Professor Sprout clean up the mess. He could tell that Harry was still quite shaken. Why would he be afraid of him dying? That was not going to happen for a long, long time.

He wanted to ask Harry but quickly thought better of it. He did not want to upset him further. Harry would open up in his own time.

“Ouch!” He hissed, pulling his finger away from the sharp bit of glass that had bitten him.

Harry was by his side in an instant, holding his hand, looking at his bleeding finger. Cedric slightly gasped when Harry put it to his mouth and started to suck on it, lapping at it with his tongue. A searing heat shot straight to that which hung between Cedric’s legs.

Harry felt a slight electric shock sizzle through his veins. Cedric’s blood tasted like warm crimson apples.

Cedric heard a slight tearing of cloth but could not take his eyes off Harry’s garnet red lips. They were softly kissing his finger now and he watched as he tied a strip of black cloth around it. He could tie the prettiest little bow. Wait! Had he just torn his robe?

Professor Sprout walked back out with some tea and smiled. Harry was cuddling Cedric to him like she had once seen Professor Grubbly-Plank cuddling a full grown male unicorn.

She thought that it was absolutely adorable. Cedric was so much bigger than Harry.

“Gods help the one that should ever come between them.” She muttered.

“What was that, Professor?” Cedric asked.

“The tea’s ready.” She said, setting it down on a worktable, handing each a cup.

Harry and Cedric both took a sip and smiled. The tea was absolutely delicious.

“Who else knows about your relationship with each other?” She asked, sipping her own.

Harry told her and Cedric growled about the Malfoy incident, but laughed at what Moody had done to him. He was sorry he had missed that and kissed Harry’s cheek where Malfoy’s graze was fading.

Professor Sprout went and brought back a small pot of jasmine for Harry. The smile that lit up his face was brilliant. She wanted to see him continue to smile like that.

He took it from her and sniffed the closed buds. He could not wait for them to open their beautiful petals.

Professor Sprout told him to try some of the growing spells and see what he liked. He nodded and she asked Cedric to stay behind for a minute. Harry said that he would wait outside.

Cedric nodded and watched him stroll out before turning to his professor.

“He’s the one?” She asked with a soft smile.

“Yes.” Cedric said. “He’s the one.”

“And you’re going to offer him your house ring?” She asked.

“I’m going to wait until the perfect moment.” Cedric smiled, leaning back against the table.

“I fear for the boy’s sanity should something happen to you if you are chosen to participate in the tournament.” She said, gesturing around at a mess that was no longer present. “Just look at what a boggart made him do. Imagine what might have happened if it had really been you.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” Cedric told her. “I love Harry too much to allow that to happen.”

Professor Sprout lowered her head. The young think their going to live forever. “Have you told him that you’re going to enter?”

Cedric shook his head. “I’ve not told him yet.”

She sighed. “I think you’re going to have an explosion on your hands.”

“Harry’s not like that.” He told her. “But if he is, I’ll be his own personal bomb squad.”

“I think you should tell him before you put your name in the cup.” She advised.

“I’m going to.” He said. “I’m not going to keep secrets from him.”

She nodded and patted him on the arm. “That’s a good boy.”

He smiled. “I’ve never been this happy, Professor.”

“I know.” She said, walking over to tend some enchanted roses that could sing one to sleep. “You better not keep him waiting.”

She watched him leave and never felt prouder of any student in her life. He was everything a Hufflepuff should be…and she knew he would have given Harry the ring even without her blessing. True love was not bound by anything.

She did not know whether to pray for his success or failure in getting chosen for the tournament. She only wanted him to be happy.

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“So, aren’t you going to ask me what Professor…Sprout wanted with me?” Cedric asked, walking backwards in front of Harry, stumbling only once.

“If you want to tell me.” Harry smiled at him.

Cedric beamed. He adored how Harry was not nosy.

Cedric bounced over to his side, smiling. “It’s a secret.”

Harry rolled his eyes and would have playfully punched him if his arms weren’t full. He suddenly frowned and stopped walking. Cedric turned to look at him.

“What is it, Harry?” He asked in concern.

Harry looked down at the closed blossoms. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He asked in confusion.

“I’m sorry for what I did back there.” Harry whispered like tear drops. “I allowed myself to be fooled and my magic could have hurt you.”

Cedric stepped right up to him, putting his hands on his shoulders, gently gripping them. “I wouldn’t run through shattering glass just for anyone, Harry.”

Emerald green eyes widened in fright. He had ran through the glass?

“As you can see,” Cedric smiled down into his face. “Not a single scratch, well, except for this one, but I forgive you, Harry.”

He looked at the cloth covered finger. “You should have Madam Pomfrey treat it.”

“It’s already healed.” Cedric smiled, sliding the pretty bowed cloth off, revealing smooth flesh. “Your kisses are magical, Harry.”

Harry snorted. “Liar.”

He watched Cedric carefully slip the bow into a hidden pocket.

Cedric shrugged. “Well I believe they are.”

He had used a healing charm but Harry’s kisses had given him the warm focus he needed. He poked Harry on the tip of his nose with his healed finger.

“Kiss me?” Cedric asked with a playful pout.

Harry stood up on tiptoe and the two of them kissed. While they were kissing, the jasmine in Harry’s arms opened their purple blossoms, releasing their bewitching scent for them to enjoy.

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Present

Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory

--Once Upon a December

Professor Dumbledore made his way with Professor McGonagall back into the castle. The two of them were tired and they had a lot to do.

Dumbledore needed to get Harry in the right frame of mind in order to appear before the Ministry Council tomorrow. He had to show them that the boy was no threat. He had already told them not to mention a word about Cedric Diggory. The minister had asked why…and he had clearly told him that he could see for himself.

Professor McGonagall told him that all of this was foolish. Something’s were just not meant to be. Pretty soon Harry would be just like the Beansidhe Queen. Hate and fury will consume him, and he will unleash it on all present.

Removing the poor boy’s memories had been a mistake. If he ever got them back…she could only imagine the destruction he would wreak.

Right now he was merely lost and confused. Once he got a handle on his newfound powers…nobody was going to be able to control him. It would be like asking a full grown dragon to kindly not set everything on fire.

Dumbledore told her that he had some business to continue with the Minster of Magic. He excused himself and left her to her thoughts.

She just shook her head. This was madness. Harry was a ticking time bomb. It would only be a matter of time before someone or something pisses him off.

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Harry was looking at the dark headed, bearded man. He was handsome for an older man. He could use a good shave. He did not like hair being on the face.

“Godfather, huh?” Harry asked with a coy smile, gliding over to him as if on ice. “Are you sure about that? You’re awfully handsome.”

Sirius made a face and Harry giggled. It was as sweet as honey and just as poisonous as a cobra’s venom.

Harry reached out with a sharp talon and Sirius jumped back. “What are you doing, Harry?”

Harry’s eyes filled with a blazing emerald fire and his terrible beauty twisted into something frightening. His voice was like the deadly calm before a storm. “Don’t move unless I tell you to move, dog.”

Snape quickly motioned over Harry’s back in some kind of secret language. He just hoped the idiot could remember it. “Don’t piss him off!”

Harry whirled around like a vicious shimmering cloud of death. “What are you doing?”

Snape acted like he was combing his hair. “I had an itch.”

Harry’s seductive mouth twisted into a cruel sneer. “Are you playing with me?”

Snape shook his head. “I know better.”

Harry cocked his head to the side, debating on whether or not to rip his hooked nose off. The thought of hearing this man screaming in agony had his blood run cold with pleasure.

“You two bore me.” He said, floating up into the air. “I’m going to go look around. Play amongst yourselves.”

He vanished through the ceiling before either of the two men could shout his name. They merely looked at each other and took off running for the steps. The Headmaster would have a bitch fit if they lost him. They had to find him.

“You go that way!” Snape pointed. “Have the paintings search to.”

Sirius nodded.

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“Harry Potter will be at the court tomorrow at noon, Minister.” Dumbledore said. “And I have your word that you will not mention the boy’s name?”

Fudge nodded his head in the fire. “You have my word that none will utter a whisper of that name.”

Dumbledore could only smile. “That is all that I ask.”

The Minster’s face vanished from the fire, causing Dumbledore to frown. That old fool was up to something. He had agreed too easily.

He could only hope that he could keep things under control.

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Harry glided down the hallway, looking at all the lovely paintings. Many of them he really liked until he came face to face with a very big lady. He looked down to see that the title on her portrait was The Fat Lady.

“Hello, Harry.” She smiled down at him. “Don’t you simply look ravishing today?”

Harry looked up at her smiling face and nodded his head. “You know me as well I see?”

“Of course I know you.” She said with a giggle. “Who doesn’t know your name?”

She knew that he had amnesia. She was just trying to keep him occupied until one of the teachers came to fetch him. But before she could say anything, he floated right through her as if she were made of water.

“Oh, dear,” she muttered. “Now what am I to do?”

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Harry stood within a common room that was designed in the colors of red and gold. A warm fire was burning in the fireplace and he walked around, looking at everything. All of this seemed familiar to him in a way.

There were echoes of laughter and tears in this place. Something moved out of the corner of his eye and he saw a shadow run up a flight of stairs.

He quickly glided off after it. What on earth could it be? It did not feel like a spirit. He could easily bitch slap them for daring to run from him.

“When I catch you…” Harry muttered under his breath. “I’m going to make you sing a very high key.”

He saw the shadow of someone tall slip under a closed door and he immediately ran through it like a phantom. He gazed around an empty room that was filled with something shocking.

He could hear cries of pleasure…and they were his own…mingled with someone else’s. He closed his eyes and he could hear the warm whispers, the soft tears, and then nothing but a raging, burning, freezing, pain.

The bed slightly trembled and he immediately walked over and pushed it out of the way as if it weighed nothing. There was not a damn thing under it.

He closed his eyes and listened. There was the sound of moving stone.

He got down on his knees and saw that there was a stone that looked like it could be moved. He immediately lifted up the stone slab and saw that there was a tiny crystal bottle inside with a round glass orb.

He gently sat the stone slab down and reached in for the tiny bottle. It looked to contain some kind of a clear liquid inside.

He pulled the crystal cork out and the smell assaulted his nose like a lover. The emotions in the room seemed to gain strength as he smelled the familiar scent. It reminded him of something…someone…

He heard a soft whisper and he spun around to see that nobody was there. It had been so warm, so filling.

“Come out!” He ordered. “I said, come out!”

There was nobody there. He was really starting to get pissed off.

He put the cork back in the bottle and picked up the crystal orb. It was warm to the touch, which surprised him. He suddenly heard a gentle voice.

Harry…

It was coming from within the orb. There was something in the orb.

He put the orb up to his face and gazed into the silvery depths that billowed like shimmering smoke. He could see a tall and handsome figure leading him by the hand out of some tiny place. The way the man was looking at him made his heart feel like it was on fire.

Who was this? What’s going on? Why couldn’t he remember?

The two of them were dancing on a floor made of silver smoke…or was it snow? The dance was slow and it was beautiful. They were dancing so gracefully in the glittering snow.

Dance with me, Harry?

He spun around with a deadly hiss when he heard voices shouting his name. He quickly put the orb back into the hole and slid the stone back into place.

He glided over to the bed and pushed it back into place as well. Nobody was going to find out about this. If they were going to keep secrets from him, then he was not going to tell them a damn thing.

He was going to find out who this man was and he knew just the person to ask.

“I’m coming!” He cried out like a blast of thunder, making the whole room shake with his fury at being interrupted.

“Harry, its Dumbledore.” The voice called to him. “We need to talk.”

Harry poked his head out from between the Fat Lady’s breasts to her horror and his voice was dripping with candy sweet poison. “You need to talk to me about what, Professor Dumbledore?”

The old man smiled.

Oh, yeah! He had this whole acting thing down. Just give them what they want, Harry. You can tear their tongues out later when you finally have your answers.

“Come with me to my office.” Dumbledore said and then glared at Snape and Black. “I will speak to you two after we’re through.”

Harry glided past them, turning back to grin real big. “Did I get you two in trouble?”

Snape kept his face cool and Sirius looked like he wanted to paddle some ass. He knew that this was not Harry’s fault that he was behaving like this, but it still hurt.

Harry followed after Professor Dumbledore, coming up with all sorts of imaginative ways to kill him. In all honesty, he didn’t know why. Perhaps it was just his nature.

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Professor Trelawney fell back into her chair with sweat covering her brow. That had taken more magic than she thought it would.

Now all she could do was wait for Harry to come and see her. She knew better than to seek him out. Professor Dumbledore would probably stop her in an instant. But, he could not stop Harry.

A Beansidhe went wherever it pleased.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. I would like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this story. Thank you so very much!

Flora.