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 Twelve

The next morning Harry woke up and took a long hot shower. Steam billowed around him and the hot water felt really good. He was debating on whether he wanted to go to breakfast or not. He just wasn’t that hungry.

He could still remember how he had woken up to find that there was a letter at the foot of his bed. How had it gotten there? It had been from Sirius.

Harry,

I’m going to fly north right away. Your scar hurting you is not the only strange news that has reached me where I am. If your scar so much as itches I want you to go straight to Dumbledore. If he’s gotten Mad-Eye out of retirement then something bad is on the move.

I’ll be in touch with you soon. Tell Ron and Hermione a big hello for me. Are you seeing anyone? Are you eating enough? Oh, and watch your back, Harry.

Sirius

He didn’t know what to do. What if Sirius got caught? He quickly got out, dried off, and went to write him back.

Dear Sirius,

Maybe I was just imagining my scar hurting me. I had just woken up from a dream when I wrote you last. You don’t really have to come back. I’m fine, we’re all fine here. You don’t have to worry about me at all. My big head feels fine. Ron and Hermione say howdy, I am seeing someone, and yes I’m eating.

Harry

He then gave the letter to Hedwig, telling her to find him before the dementors did. She softly hooted and flew out the window. He watched her disappear into the sky.

How had that letter gotten on his bed? It was so weird. Perhaps Dumbledore had done it.

The next couple of weeks had kept him really busy. He got top marks on Professor Trelawney’s assignments. He was also doing very well in all his other classes, too.

He actually managed to get a potion correct the first time, much to Snape’s horror. The man was looking around as if expecting a hoard of demons to attack at any second.

He had not been able to hang out with Cedric much, but they did have their few moments together each day. Most of it was spent kissing and wishing they had more time together.

He now had jasmine growing around the windows in his room. It was creeping up the stone walls ever so nicely and blooming along the ceiling. Ron thought that he might be going a little overboard on the greenery but didn’t open his mouth about it. He had never seen Harry so happy.

Hermione could not believe her ears. Professor Moody had just asked her to allow him to put her under the Imperius Curse. She shook her head and he simply excused her from class. A few other students went with her. There was no way in hell they were going to do that.

“Do you wish to leave as well, Potter?” Moody growled.

Harry shook his head and walked up to stand in the center of the room. He wanted to know what he might have to face someday.

Moody pointed his wand at him, saying, “Imperio!”

A warm fuzzy feeling suddenly washed over Harry. He felt all light, happy, and free. It was as if all his cares in the world was suddenly washed away. Everything was so blissfully blank. He didn’t even mind the funny looks people were giving him.

Suddenly he could hear Moody’s voice. It was echoing from deep within and all around him. His voice was commanding him to start dancing.

Harry smiled. He loved to dance when nobody was watching. Whenever his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia took their whale out for a drive he would watch MTV and VH1. He simply loved those channels. He would mimic the music videos.

Dance! That loud voice commanded once more.

Why? A tiny voice asked him. You don’t have a partner. Cedric’s not even here to watch. Why should you dance for these people? They don’t deserve to see your other skills.

I said dance! That commanding voice shouted again.

Eh, no thank you. I’m not really in the mood. Maybe if you paid me or gave me a free pass to skip class so I can go and kiss my Cedric…then I might dance.

Dance! NOW!

Harry suddenly felt pain shooting through his legs. The voice told him to dance and he told it to go fuck a horse. So, he fell flat on his face with a splat. He had tried to dance and stop himself at the same time. He actually fractured his left wrist.

Moody removed the curse with glee.

“Excellent!” He roared. “They’ll have trouble controlling you, Potter! Now, let’s do it again!”

Harry limped out of class behind Ron, moaning in pain. Moody had told him to jump up on a table and he hadn’t wanted to. So, he had taken a swan dive into a table instead. He was in a hell of a lot of pain.

Moody had patched him up but he was no Madam Pomfrey. He was going to be feeling this for weeks.

He followed Ron into the Great Hall and took a seat at their table. Everyone was talking about how Durmstrang and Beauxbatons would be arriving in a week. Classes were going to end half an hour early and all that good stuff.

“Only a week,” Ernie Mcmillian, a Hufflepuff shouted. “I have to go tell Cedric!”

Harry suddenly felt like the food in his mouth was turning to ash on his tongue. So, Cedric was going to enter. Why hadn’t he said anything?

“Cedric Diggory?” A voice asked and Harry turned to see a student he didn’t recognize stroll by. “I would hate for that idiot to be Hogwart’s champion…stupid Hufflepuffs and their big dreams.”

Harry’s nostrils flared at the impertinence of the young Slytherin and suddenly froze. He had been reaching for his wand without realizing it. He wanted to find out what Pure Blood tasted like.

He suddenly shook his head. Where in the hell had that come from? Had he just been filled with murderous intent? Something wasn’t right.

A solid black owl swooped down, dropping a letter in front of him. He looked up and waved at Blix. The owl hooted and flew off.

He picked up Cedric’s letter and opened it. He wanted to see him and asked if the greenhouse would be okay. Professor Sprout was going to be out for a while.

He turned around and spotted Cedric looking right at him. He nodded his head, giving him a tiny smile. Cedric grinned and made a kiss at him, not really caring if anyone saw him doing it either.

Harry’s smile got a little bigger and he reached out and snatched it out of the air. It made Cedric laugh.

He turned back around to see that Ginny was looking at him with amusement in her eyes. He had not seen her in forever. When had she gotten here?

“Don’t tell me,” he whispered, rolling his eyes. “Are you using a Time-Turner?”

She put a finger to her mouth and giggled. “I’m having fun, Harry. You really should give it a try. All my classes are awesome.”

He shook his head. “No, thank you. My workload is enough.”

Hermione grinned. “I helped her out. Professor McGonagall though it an excellent idea. She simply loves it when students want to learn more.”

Ron snorted and she gave him the wicked eye. He made the sign of the cross and hissed at her.

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Harry made his way out to the greenhouse right when the sun was starting to go down. The sky was all ablaze with brilliant hues of scarlet and orange. It reminded him of a robe he once saw Dumbledore wear. He sometimes liked to dress in the colors of his phoenix friend.

He walked down the pebbled path that led to the greenhouse and stopped outside the closed door. Was Cedric even here yet? He decided to wait for a few more minutes and see before going inside.

Flashbacks of what happened yesterday came back to him. He could still see Cedric’s body lying there in the floor, lifeless and starting. It had scared the hell out of him. What would he do if he actually lost Cedric? He didn’t know…and that really scared him.

He waited five more minutes and then made his way inside. The smell of roses seemed to permeate the air. They were glowing with their rosy red hues. All of them were different and looked just as pretty as the next. What was Professor Sprout going to be using them for?

He walked over and took a seat at a table, because his sore body was aching. Why did Moody have to pick on him so much? Why couldn’t he have picked somebody else to try and make dance on tabletops. It wasn’t fair.

Oh, not that fair card again, Harry. When are you going to learn? Life’s not fair, poppet. Get that through that scarred head of yours. Nothing in life is fair. You take what you’re offered or you simply take. That’s the way it is.

But…why is that?

Don’t ask questions. You’ll just give yourself a headache, again. And we all know how big of a whiner you can be sometimes.

I don’t whine!

Need I say more?

No!

“Wow, that conversation in your head looks heated,” Cedric said from the door. “Maybe I should go and come back later when you don’t look so angry.”

“Don’t you dare,” Harry said, getting to his feet, slowly walking over to him. “I haven’t gotten to kiss or touch you all day.”

“Why are you limping?” Cedric asked in concern, taking him in his arms to hug him. “Did you get into a fight?”

“With the floor and a mean looking writing desk,” Harry told him, breathing in the scent of jasmine. “I think you should expel them.”

“What are you talking about?” Cedric asked in confusion.

How does one get into a fight with the floor and a desk? Wait, this is Harry Potter we’re talking about here, right?

Yes!

Well, the answer should be obvious.

Cedric shook his head. “Tell me what happened.”

Harry told him and Cedric nodded. Moody had done that in their class. He had been able to throw it off the second time. The first time…Moody had him pick his nose. It was so embarrassing.

Harry snorted. “How many girls fought to possess your buried treasure?”

Cedric made a face. “That’s just gross…nine.”

Harry laughed.

“I walked out of the room and I heard a mad dash for the trashcan.” He said, blushing something horrible. “Girls scare me sometime.”

“So,” Harry asked, limping back, poking him on the nose. “What’s up?”

Cedric frowned. “Are you sure that you’re all right, Harry?”

Harry really wanted to whine and say that he was hurting all over. He needed kisses for all his booboos. His skin was unmarked, but his knees and left wrist ached. Moody told him that he would be just fine come morning.

“Come on,” Cedric said, leading him over to a long worktable. “Let’s sit down.”

The two of them took a seat and Cedric took a hold of Harry’s sore wrist and started to gently massage it. Harry slightly cringed because it hurt at first, but then it started to feel really good. It was Cedric’s gentle hands were filling it with some kind of healing warmth.

“I’m going to enter my name in the tournament, Harry.” Cedric told him, barely above a whisper.

Harry lowered his head and closed his eyes. He knew this had been coming.

“Why?” Harry asked.

Cedric’s gentle hands began to massage each finger and Harry looked into his eyes.

“Because I’m a good wizard, Harry,” he smiled, leaning his face closer to him. “I can win the cup for Hogwarts and make my dad proud of me. I can make you proud of me, Harry.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked in confusion. “I know you’re a good wizard, Cedric. You protected me during the Deatheater’s attack at the cup. I am proud of you.”

“I want to prove to myself that I am worthy of dating Harry Potter.” Cedric said, suddenly realizing his mistake.

Harry’s eyes widened and his bottom lip trembled.

“That’s not what I meant, Harry.” Cedric quickly said, but Harry jerked his hand free, wincing at the pain.

“Worthy?” Harry all but screamed. “You don’t think you’re worthy? What makes you think you’re not worthy? Who am I, Cedric? What makes me so great in your eyes? Is it because of my stupid scar? Is it because I was a baby when Voldemort’s spell fucked up and turned him into a…I don’t know what?

Cedric winced at the use of Voldemort’s name and turned his head away. “You don’t understand, Harry.”

“Then tell me, please,” Harry said, getting to his feet to look down at him. “Because I am really confused right now, Cedric. Do you think I’m ashamed of you? Hell no, I’m not ashamed of you! I want to scream to every one of those pricks I see touching you that you’re mine! I want to tell all those girls to go fuck a tampon and to leave you alone! Some idiot today called you an idiot and I wanted to ram my wand through his head and teeter as I did so!”

Cedric eyes widened at Harry’s volume and language. He looked so beautiful when he was heated. Harry was being all possessive…and it was a major turn on. Should he feel bad about that? This was a really serious situation.

“It’s you that should be ashamed of me,” Harry said, turning his back on him. “I’m not good looking, I’m weak, I have this stupid scar, everyone knows my name, I am constantly being under an attack, I could have really hurt you last night, and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you because of this stupid tournament!”

His knees were really hurting him and now his head was pounding. He just wanted to run away and cry.

Cedric got to his feet and wrapped his arms around him and Harry fought him. If he had not been in so much pain he would have kicked his ass for being so damn stupid.

“You’re beautiful, Harry,” Cedric cooed to him, trying to calm him down. “You’re definitely not weak, and everybody knows that. Your scar only adds to your dark beauty, Harry. It’s not something to be ashamed of. I could never be ashamed of you.”

“Then why are we fighting?” Harry asked, willing the tears to go away. “Why do you have to enter that tournament? Dumbledore said that a champion could still die. Why do this? Why take that risk?”

“I just have to, Harry. I’ve dreamt of competing in the Triwizard Tournament since I was a little boy.” He said, eyes filling with light. “I always hoped they would bring it back before I got out of Hogwarts, and here’s my chance to be a champion. I want to make you proud and hear you cheer my name as I win every task set for me.”

Harry could see the desire to win the tournament in his eyes. Who was he to take this chance away from him?

“My knees really hurt,” Harry said, looking away from Cedric’s wet eyes. “Can we go sit down by the roses?”

Cedric nodded and they walked over and sat down. Harry just looked at the glowing red roses and sighed. They looked as if their petals had been soaked in blood.

“Do you hate me, Harry?” Cedric whispered, gently taking his sore hand.

Harry shook his head. “I’m just pissed.”

Cedric started to massage his wrist again. “What is it, Harry?”

“I don’t trust myself, Cedric.” Harry told him. “I don’t know what I’d do if something was to happen to you.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me, Harry.” Cedric smiled and Harry wished he could believe that. “I’m too handsome to die.”

Harry suddenly looked at him and then snorted. He was still pissed but he was laughing. Cedric had some kind of power over him. He wanted to bite his head off but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Cedric was smiling at him. He was so happy that he meant so much to Harry.

“Do you believe in true love, Harry?” Cedric asked him as he picked a beautiful rose and tucked it behind Harry’s left ear.

Harry nodded his head, remembering what he had learned in Trelawney’s that night.

“Would you be freaked out if I told you that you were my true love beyond the shadow of a doubt?” Cedric asked him.

“This is why it’s so hard for me to watch you enter that tournament,” Harry told him, tears suddenly welling back up again. “Because I know you’re mine…beyond any shadow of a doubt.”

Cedric looked at him. “How do you know that?”

Harry laughed. “How do you?”

“I asked you first.” Cedric told him.

“I’ll kick your butt.” Harry said.

Cedric put up his hands. “Do you always resort to violence to get your way?”

Harry shook his head. “Not always, sometimes I use magic, too.”

“Do you remember that bottle I gave you?” Cedric asked.

Harry nodded. “I smell it all the time.”

“It is the oil of true love infused with my essence.” Cedric told him. “Only my true love will be able to smell it…and I made it smell of jasmine.”

“The smell of true love is pleasing to the senses,” Professor Trelawney’s voice echoed. “No other may smell it until they find theirs.”

So that is why Hermione and Ginny could not smell it. The essence was not meant for them. Only he could smell it…because…he was…Cedric’s…true…love…

“Professor Trelawney is not a fake, Cedric.” Harry told him. “She took me under, and your name was the rhythm my heart was beating to. You led me out of a very dark place.”

“Do you love me, Harry?” Cedric asked. His voice was very timid. He sounded afraid.

Harry closed his eyes and he could feel that golden warmth shining on him once more. He could hear the song his heart was beating to, and it made him smile.

He opened his eyes and they were wet pools of green light. “I love you.”

Cedric blinked and the smile that formed on his face made him glow. He was so happy he nearly jumped up and did a happy dance.

“You do?” Cedric asked, scooting closer to him. “You really, really do?”

Harry punched him with his bad hand before thinking and yelped.

Cedric gently grabbed it and slowly pulled it up to his lips. Harry’s eyes were soft and gentle once more.

He kissed Harry’s petal soft hand, loving the way he looked with that rose behind his ear. “I love you, too, Harry.”

“If you get chosen to become the champion of Hogwarts…I’ll be the loudest one cheering your name.”

Cedric beamed.

“And if you die…I’m really going to hate you.”

Cedric’s smile turned upside down. “Really?”

Harry nodded. “Do you have any idea about all the stuff I could buy with a thousand galleons?”

Cedric gawked and then snorted. “You’re so funny, Harry, NOT!”

“Just promise me one thing.” Harry asked.

Cedric pulled him close. “What?”

“If you so much as see what you think might be a tombstone…I want you to run away.”

Cedric kissed him on the forehead. “I promise.”

“Now,” Harry said. “I want us to kiss each other until we can’t see straight.”

Cedric laughed. “Oh, Harry. We couldn’t see straight the moment our eyes first met.”

The two of them kissed amongst the blood red roses.

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PRESENT

Dumbledore had put a Charm on Harry without his knowledge. Every time someone said the name Cedric Diggory, he would not be able to hear it. It would be as though a slight daze would come over him. He would also not be able to read the name as well. It would appear as something else. It was a powerful and ancient blood charm that would even affect a Beansidhe. The only problem was that he did not know how long it would last.

Harry had put on the robes that Dumbledore had asked him to and had his hair tied back in a long ponytail. He was going to be presented before the Ministry of Magic and he wanted Harry to look as non-threatening as possible.

He looked himself over in a mirror and smiled at his radiant beauty. The flowing blood red robe with gold trimmings made him look majestic…as if he needed the help.

He did not like having his hair bound, but whatever was going to get him his way in the end was worth it. He wanted to know who that boy was that he had been dancing with in that orb.

When the two of them entered the Ministry, eyes followed him wherever he went with Dumbledore. At a glance, many were being affected by his beauty. All paled in comparison next to him. He was that which had Beauty turning seasick green with envy.

He followed behind Dumbledore as the two of them strolled into the council room before a bunch of stuffed looking turkeys ready to be baked. Dumbledore had asked him not to speak unless he was spoken to.

Many of them gasped when their eyes fell on him and it made him smile. He was really starting to like that reaction. Some of them looked as if they were falling in love with him. He really liked that, too.

It would be so easy to just kill them all. His blood was singing for their deaths. He told it to calm down. He would get their soon.

“Minister,” Dumbledore said. “I have brought Harry Potter.”

Fudge took one look at Harry and froze. What in the world had happened to the boy? He looked unearthly, beautiful, terrifying, cruel, wicked, and absolutely heavenly.

“Charges have been brought up on Mr. Potter for attempted murder of his Uncle, Vernon Dursley.” The Minister finally said. “How do you plead, Mr. Potter?”

“I plead nothing to you.” Harry said, and some of the turkey’s gasped. “I was hit with this spell that made me forget everything about myself. I woke up not even knowing my own name.”

“Yes,” Fudge said, rubbing his chin, totally under the thrall of his beauty.

Many were enchanted by his lovely voice. They wanted to hear him speak even more.

“I’m only fourteen years old and according to friends I have a temper.” Harry told them all. “How can I be blamed for powers I have no control over?”

He pouted and several witches started to cry.

Dumbledore could not help but be impressed. Harry’s powers were growing more and more as a Beansidhe…perhaps a little too fast.

“Are you all going to blame me for being a child?” Harry asked, allowing tears to well up in his eyes, letting them slide down his flawless cheeks. “How can you be so mean?”

Fudge was at a loss for words and almost everyone on the panel was in tears. How could they even think of accusing such a wonderful little boy of such a terrible crime? It was unthinkable.

A voice spoke up and Harry turned his molten emerald infernos on a short, ugly, frog lady. She stood up and Harry was not impressed. She was quivering and doing her best to hide it.

It’s just a little scream, Harry. It will make it all go away. All of them will be dead and then you can do whatever you want. Go on. Give your beautiful voice a test drive. You can do it. Kill them all! They’re bugs under your feet just dying to be smashed under your heel.

Oh give it a rest already. I’m Master here.

“What?” Harry asked and his voice was very pleasant.

“What of the Dig…”

“Silence,” Dumbledore thundered, stalking right up before Fudge, robes billowing around him. “We had a deal!”

Harry cocked his head to the side. “Why did that woman suddenly chirp like a bird?”

“Harry, I need you to be quiet.” Dumbledore said.

Harry cooled his wrath at being spoken to like that. He was really going to make this man scream when he got his memories back.

“The Diggory boy,” the toad lady screamed, pointing a finger at him, snapping some out of their dazes. “You killed him, didn’t you, Potter! You wanted the cup for yourself!”

Harry slowly glided forward, beautiful face twisted into something dark and venomous. “Who are you to speak to me in such a manner, worm? Who did I kill? I’ve not killed anyone?”

The toad trembled under his baleful gaze.

“Enough!” Dumbledore bellowed. “I will not allow Harry to be harassed like this!”

“Why does she keep chirping like a bird?” Harry fumed, starting to loose his cool temperament once more. “Make her stop or I will.”

Something was suddenly calling to him. He spun around with a deadly hiss and glared at the wall behind him. There were voices, a thousand, thousand voices, and they were calling out his name.

“Harry?” Dumbledore asked. “What is it?”

“The dead,” Harry whispered, and it was like frost coating everyone’s flesh. “They call to me.”

“What nonsense is this?” That fat toad croaked.

Harry spun around like a graceful dancer, long ponytail snapping like a whip. “If you so much as open your mouth again…”

Harry! Harry? Harry. Harry? Harry. Harry!

It was the whispers of the dead. They were calling out to him. One voice was calling out to him above all the rest. He focused on it.

“Harry?” Dumbledore asked. “What do you mean the dead call to you?”

“Quiet!” Harry snapped like lightning. “A man calls to me.”

Dumbledore was immediately worried. It couldn’t be?

“We’re not finished here!” The toad shouted.

Harry was suddenly standing in the center of the room. The voices of the dead were feeding him. He could feel their coldness, lifelessness, and their jealousy of the living. It fueled him.

“I am innocent.” Harry said. “You will all find me innocent…and you’re going to go on about your daily lives like nothing every happened. I’m just a child. I’m weak, helpless, and scared. I’m not a threat to anyone.”

His voice echoed all around in dizzying waves of belief.

Five minutes later he was leaving with Dumbledore. He could hear that voice calling to him like a lost lover.

Where were all those voices coming from? Where was that one single haunting voice coming from? Why was it…why were they all calling his name like that?

There was nothing he could do now. This place was simply crawling with all manner of witches and wizards that could probably give him a hard time.

Dumbledore was in a state of shock. Did Harry just use a different form of the Imperius Curse on every witch and wizard in that chamber? If so, then his powers were growing way too fast. There was no doubt in his mind now that he was going to have to renew that blood charm everyday.

Could Harry hear the dead from within the Vein? Was it possible that Cedric Diggory was calling out to him?

“Harry,” Dumbledore said, walking up beside him. “The voices that you hear are just echoes. They are not real anymore. The dead do not come back unless they want to come back. Remember the ghosts at Hogwarts?”

Harry nodded his head. “One of the voices calls to me with such passion…”

“Once a spirit moves on, Harry,” Dumbledore told him. “They cannot come back.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Harry suddenly asked. “Who is it that you think I want to come back? Why was that woman chirping like a bird? It was like she was trying to say something but something else was blocking her.”

“I do not know, Harry,” he lied very easily, “You are new to your powers and it might be something to do with that. I am not sure myself. I have never studied a Beansidhe before. All I know is what the legends say and what you have been doing.”

“Where do they keep the echoes of the dead in this place?” Harry asked, eyes searching for where the whispers were coming from. It was as if they were coming from everywhere.

“That I do not know, Harry.” He lied yet again. “There are many things in this place that I do not know of.”

Harry turned away from him, calming his anger. He must know! He had to know! Voices were calling to him and they were not coming from any one specific direction. It was like a maze of confusion.

“Come on, Harry.” Dumbledore told him. “Would you like to be able to see all your friends?”

Harry wanted to claw his fucking face and laugh maniacally as he did so. Just the thought of this man’s blood flowing between his fingers and over his smooth white flesh had his hands itching to transform and do it.

“Harry?” Dumbledore asked. “What did you do to the council?”

“I do not know.” Harry lied. “It would have been so easy to have them whip out their little sticks and kill each other. Be grateful that I did not.”

Dumbledore nodded his head. “Come along then, Harry.”

The two of them walked by a newspaper stand that was screaming all about the death of Cedric Diggory and if it was murder or not.

“Why are people suddenly chirping like birds?” Harry hissed. “It is so annoying!”

Dumbledore shrugged, wand ready if anything should happen. His age was really starting to show again.

TBC…

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