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 Thirteen

Look into my eyes – you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart – search your soul
And when you find me there you’ll search no more

--Bryan Adams

Harry slowly sat up in his bed and looked around his and Ron’s room. The other two wizard schools would be arriving in just two more days.

He had been dreaming again and there had been a very beautiful woman in it. Her skin had been as white as fresh fallen snow and her hair had been the color of a burning flame.

She had been kneeling over him, gazing down at him with eyes the color of molten amber. Those haunting orbs held such pain and sorrow as she ran her fingers through his silky hair.

She had cooed to him like a gentle breeze and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. He had gasped and she literally became thousands of butterflies.

Their wings had been the color of rubies and gold with splashes of onyx and sun yellow. They had glittered like flying gems in the sunlight.

He kept on wondering if he had really seen her that day in the forest with Cedric. Had she been the one who had suddenly woken him up?

He had the tip of his wand to light up and he saw that it was only four o’clock in the morning. He looked over at Ron who was snoring like a train. Why couldn’t he ever sleep like that? For once, he wished that he could have a deep, restful sleep.

He softly crept out of bed without making a sound and walked through an arched doorway. He couldn’t sleep and he was cold. So, he decided to take a nice bath.

Candles seemed to light of their own accord when he entered the bath. A rather large marble tub was sitting in the corner with a golden gryphon on both ends with blazing ruby eyes.

Harry had never been in here before and it looked as though no one else has either. A lot of students didn’t have the time to afford such a luxury.

He turned the crystal knob that read Just Right and took a look at all the colored bottles that decorated a wooden shelf next to the tub. None of the bottles were of the same color or the same scent.

He started to smell them one by one and realized that he had forgotten to light a fire in the fireplace. It would be cold when he got out of the tub to dry off.

He chose a pretty silver and blue crystal bottle that was labeled Jasmine Moon. It smelled the best out of them all.

He had debated on whether or not to add some of Cedric’s true love oil to the bath, but decided that it was simply too precious to him. There was no way he could waste it like that.

The Jasmine Moon potion was a clear pink color. When he added it to the water, sweet smelling bubbles began to foam up like shimmering pearls. He closed his eyes and smiled as he breathed in the sweet scent. He wished that Cedric could be here to join him.

Harry suddenly blushed something furious. Just the thought of Cedric being with him all naked in the tub made him hot.

He picked up his wand off the cabinet and pointed it at the logs in the fireplace. A few seconds later there was a nice fire going.

He had felt Cedric’s harness pressed up against his own but he had never seen it. They had always had their clothes on. He could only imagine what it must look like and he shook his head. If he thought about it anymore, he was going to fall over.

He began to remove his nightshirt and pants, willing his hardness away. He immediately began to imagine Snape wearing a corset, a thong, and fishnet pantyhose, singing I’m a Sweet Transvestite. That suddenly had him wilting like a rose.

He turned off the water and stepped over into the heated bliss. He was submerged in soothing warmth all the way up to his neck as he lied back.

The warmth was spreading out from the fireplace and the smell of the bubbles seemed to lull him. He really needed to do this more often.

The pain in his wrist and knees had long since faded just like Professor Moody had said, but the warmth crept into his bones, making him sigh. He really wished that Cedric could be here with him.

He closed his eyes and began to imagine Cedric leaning back to rest his head against his chest. His smooth naked flesh was so warm and hard under him as he wrapped his arms around him.

Harry’s hand slowly began to glide down his body where his rose was blooming once more.

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Cedric’s smoky gray eyes suddenly snapped open and he moaned as he rolled over onto his back. He lifted the sheets up and blushed. He had not had a wet dream in a long time.

He had been dreaming of being in a bathtub with Harry, completely surrounded by candles. The two of them had been kissing and touching each other with gentle strokes.

He thanked the gods that he was a Prefect. It would have been interesting if he had a roommate.

Oh, don’t mind little old me, I only creamed my pants. You just go back to sleep now while I clean myself off.

He slipped his night pants off and threw them to the floor after cleaning himself off. His head hit the pillow and he wondered what made him dream of that.

He started up at the ceiling with a goofy grin on his face. Harry and he belonged together. Harry was the only key that would open his lock.

Only two more days left until he could enter his name in the tournament. He was going to be chosen and he was going to bring Hogwarts glory.

He was going to make his parents proud of him and shout to the world that he loved Harry Potter. He was going to do whatever it took to win that tournament for Harry.

Nobody could then say anything against them. He would be the champion of Hogwarts and offer Harry all that he was.

Harry loved him. Harry really, really, really loved him, but he wanted to have something more to offer him than his love. Harry deserved so much more and he was going to give it to him.

He was so excited. He couldn’t wait to enter his name.

He rolled out of bed, stumbling over his sheet, almost falling to his face. He was going to write Harry a nice letter, asking him to meet him at the lake tomorrow night.

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Harry had successfully transfigured a mouse into a beautiful music box. The only flaw was that the ballerina inside had whiskers. It had made Professor McGonagall snort as she gave him a high mark.

Hermione and Ron were both noticing how well Harry was improving in all his classes. He and Ron had brewed another potion correctly and Snape had an all out bitch fit.

The man actually threw his clipboard down because he could not find one damn thing wrong with it. The color was correct, the brewing was correct, even the stirring was correct.

In a way, his success was making him feel bad. The slimy ass was taking all of his fury out on poor Neville. The poor guy had managed to melt his fourth cauldron so far.

Malfoy had been keeping his mouth shut as well. His face would turn pink every time Harry would accidentally catch his eye.

Professor Moody had used the Imperius Curse on him again in class, telling him to sing. The man almost got a hum out of him before Harry started yelling about how he hated to sing. He would rather pick his nose than to sing and demanded that he make him pick his nose…which he refused and nearly poked an eye out. It had made Moody roar with laughter.

Ron shook his head as he followed Harry into their common room. “I can’t believe he did that to me!”

Harry snorted. “The look on your face had been hilarious, Ron.”

“He made me strip down to my boxers, Harry!” Ron roared, very red in the face. He looked like he was about to explode.

“And all the ladies got to see your pecks,” Harry grinned. “I noticed a few were blushing as they looked you over.”

“In embarrassment,” Hermione laughed.

Ron fumed. He was going to put itching powder in her body lotion.

Harry elbowed him and smiled. “You have a nice body, Ron.”

“Don’t tell him that!” Ginny snapped, appearing on the sofa as if she had been there the whole time. “His head’s already too big.”

Ron mumbled something about needing a nap and rushed from the room. His face had been so red.

Harry didn’t know if it was from anger or if he had been blushing from his compliment. He hoped he hadn’t made Ron feel uncomfortable.

“I’m going to go back down and grab something to eat.” Harry said, turning to go back out the portrait hole.

Hermione nodded and Ginny was suddenly gone once more. She must have had another class to get to.

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He made his way into the Great Hall to see that some decorating was going on. The place looked glossier than he had ever seen it. He couldn’t wait to see what the place looked like when the other two schools got here.

He walked over and took a seat at his table, putting food on his plate. There was a short essay that he needed to get done for Professor Trelawney. It was all about the significance of dreams.

He decided to write about the one with the beautiful woman and the butterflies. Maybe she had been the Goddess of Love coming to bless him and Cedric? The thought made him smile. Well, the two of them had been surrounded by butterflies while awake. He had the picture to prove it.

“Hi, Harry,” a happy voice said from behind him and he turned his head to see that it was Cho.

He smiled. “What’s up?”

Her stomach suddenly growled and they both laughed. “There’s your answer.”

Just then a hoot came from above and a letter bounced off his head. Choe snorted and picked it up for him. It was from Cedric. He could smell that it was. It made his heart glow all golden.

She handed it to him with a smile, telling him that she would see him later. She needed to grab some food and go do some homework.

He waved her off and opened up the letter. His eyes began to travel over the emerald green script.

Harry,

Would you like to hang out with me tonight at the lake? We can lie on the shore and watch the stars together. Does nine o’clock sound good? I promise to have you back at the Fat Lady before Filch rattles his chains.

Love,
Cedric

Harry’s eyes stayed glued to ‘Love.’ He heard it spout from Cedric’s lips like a silver fountain but it was so nice to actually see it written down on paper, too.

He looked up to see that Blix was looking down at him from the rafters. He tore off some of the parchment and wrote Cedric a big YES!

Harry gazed back up and waved to him. Blix fluttered down with a hoot and took the tiny piece of parchment from him in his talons.

Harry thanked him and Blix playfully nipped his fingers. He watched the black owl fly off and he wondered when Hedwig would get back. He hoped that everything was all right.

He started to work on his homework once more only to overhear a whisper.

“Was that Diggory’s owl?”

“And what if it was?” Harry’s pleasant voice echoed. He didn’t even care who had asked it.

Not another word was said. The pumpkin juice was so tasty tonight.

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Cedric had a yellow blanket spread out on the grass with a big black badger in the center. He gazed out over the lake that looked as if it were littered with billions of diamonds.

He had asked Moaning Myrtle to help him sneak away from everyone. She had been his lookout while he snuck off. It was so dang hard to get away from people who are constantly pushing and pulling at you.

There was the sound of silent footsteps approaching and he turned around to see that no one was there. Had he simply imagined it?

He yelped and spun around with his hands out when something pinched his left butt cheek. His gray eyes were darting around all over the place, trying to spot the invisible culprit.

His eyes widened when Harry suddenly became visible before him. He had pulled off an actual invisibility cloak.

Harry was laughing at him and told him that he should have seen the look on his face. He had the cutest little yelp for such a big guy.

Cedric walked over and ran his hand over the smooth fabric that flowed and felt like water sewn into the finest of silk. It was an honest to goodness invisibility cloak.

“No wonder you love to break rules,” he smiled.

Harry snorted. “I only break rules accidentally on purpose, Cedric.”

Cedric decided to roll with it. He didn’t want to have to think too hard. He just wanted to cuddle with his Harry under the twinkling stars.

Harry spotted the yellow blanket with the badger all spread out on the grass. He even saw that Cedric had lit a few candles that must have a non-winking out charm on them. His whole body began to feel warm. This was so romantic. It reminded him of a few romance novels he had read when nobody was looking.

Cedric took him by the hand and led him over to the blanket where they both sat down and kicked off their shoes. He scooted back first so he could hold Harry in his arms.

The two of the sat there, looking up at the billions of stars that seemed to shine just for them. Violet and sapphire blue faerie fire began to dance above the blades of grass all around them and out over the glossy surface of the diamond filled lake.

Cedric reached inside his robe and pulled out a beautiful red rose and held it before Harry’s emerald orbs. He watched those smooth pale hands take it and smiled when Harry sniffed it.

Faerie fire was dancing all around them in an illuminating show. The shades of violets and blues shimmered and glimmered into gold and ruby lights.

Harry slowly turned around and smiled up into Cedric’s silver like eyes. He gently snapped a little portion of the green stem off and tucked the rose behind Cedric’s right ear.

He gently pushed on Cedric’s chest until he laid flat on his back. Harry threw a leg over and now straddled the larger teen’s narrow waist.

Those pale, milk white, hands slid up under Cedric’s shirt. The look in those smoky depths had him smiling as the candles suddenly winked out.

The two teens were now illuminated by the shimmering stars and the dancing faerie fires. They were the only two people in the world.

Cedric gazed into those molten green pools of fire, moaning when Harry’s fingers teased his hardened nipples. The wind blew through Harry’s raven black hair as he leaned down, stealing away Cedric’s breath with a soul scorching kiss.

Cedric put his hands on Harry’s hips and squeezed as their two tongues battled with each other for dominance. He was getting so hard and the feel of Harry was driving him crazy. He ignored the ripping sound of cloth.

The faerie fire shimmered once more into a dance of emerald and silver fire. The color of their eyes were now doing the Waltz all around them.

Cedric growled from deep within his throat, rolled over, and was gazing down into stunned green orbs. They were glowing in pleasure and a strange looking confusion.

The two of them were panting for breath and Harry saw that he was still running his hands all over Cedric’s flawless chest. He wanted to put his mouth over one of Cedric’s firm pecks and bite down. He saw that Cedric’s shirt was ripped right up the center and wondered if he had done that.

Cedric was looming above him, shivering as if cold. Those smoky gray eyes were filled with a fiery desire and the rose was still tucked behind his ear.

Harry lifted his head up and sniffed those fragrant blood red petals. It smelled really good but not as good as Cedric did.

He gently pulled Cedric’s head down and cradled it under his chin. He could feel his hardness and it mirrored his own.

He planted feather light kisses on top of Cedric’s head.

“I’m sorry,” he softly said.

Cedric gently squeezed him, “For what?”

“I’m just not ready to take that step yet,” Harry whispered.

Cedric lifted up his head and looked down at him with a very serious face. “I will never make or ask you to do anything that you’re not ready for, Harry.”

Harry nodded and Cedric kissed him. “I’m a virgin, too, Harry, remember?”

Harry smiled and the two of them laid there under the silver stars, surrounded by fluttering faerie fire, longing for the magic to never end.

“It will soon be eleven, Harry,” Cedric told him, lifting his head back up off his chest. “I need to get you back before Filch lets the cat out.”

Harry told him that he did have an invisibility cloak, but Cedric was not about to risk it. He did not want Harry to get a detention because of him.

Cedric carefully got to his knees and the rose fell from his ear to land on Harry’s stomach. It looked like a bloodstain in the darkness. He gently picked it up and slid it behind Harry’s left ear and smiled. His love was so beautiful.

He pulled Harry up and they put their shoes back on. Cedric put the candles back into his pack and Harry helped him to roll up the blanket.

Cedric handed Harry his Hufflepuff blanket and told him that if he was to get lonely to just wrap it around himself and think of him. Harry simply looked stunned and immediately told Cedric that he was going to give him his Gryffindor blanket for the same reason. This way they could imagine it being their arms around each other on cold nights.

Harry threw his glittering cloak over his shoulder, putting his hand in Cedric’s. The two of them walked back to the castle, smiling and laughing.

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Present

Is it cloak n dagger
Could it be spring or fall
I walk without a cut
Through a stained glass wall

Weaker in my eyesight
The candle in my grip
And words that have no form
Are falling from my lips

--HEART

Molly Weasley was trying to calm herself down. She would never have believed it if she had not seen it with her own two eyes.

What in the world had become of her little Harry? She could no longer recognize the sweet little boy she had come to love as one of her own.

That which stood before her now was a cold and vicious beauty that was so terrible and fell, she had to turn her face away or be burned by it. It was as if everything that had once made him Harry was now buried under tons of frigid hatred that could melt flesh from bone.

She could not even find her voice to speak. It was as if it had been stolen away from her. Her tender heart ached for him.

How could they have done this to him? He was like a shell, filled with a deadly power that could be unleashed ay any given moment.

Dumbledore introduced everyone who was in the room to him. He watched as those blazing green infernos burned over everyone present.

The twins felt as though they would never laugh again and Ginny had to leave. She could not look at Harry for fear of screaming at the ones who had done this to him.

Ron and Hermione both felt as if they had been turned to stone by those Medusa like eyes. That long raven black hair was coiling and hissing around his beautifully carved alabaster face like venomous serpents.

Arthur Weasley and Bill were not present, but Charlie was. He had returned home the moment he got word of Harry’s condition.

He looked over at Sirius who was standing in the shadows. His face mirrored a train wreck and his stance was rigid. Remus Lupin was right beside him, doing his best to console him.

Harry seemed to glide across the floor as if on sparkling ice and looked right at Charlie Weasley. He angled his head to the side and his glistening lips that looked like carved garnets smiled at him.

“I find you very pleasing on my eyes,” Harry told him in a voice that resembled the strings of a silver harp being plucked.

Charlie slowly smiled and let Harry’s glowing white hand touch his cheek. The gentle caress was as cool as water and soft as silk.

He felt as though he were facing the scariest of dragons. Those haunting green eyes could turn deadly at any second. This soft hand could instantly slice his face into thin ribbons.

“How are you, Harry, dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked him, finally able to bitch slap the cat into letting go of her tongue.

Harry very gracefully turned around like a serpent dancer and looked at the woman who radiated nothing but warmth and kindness. She stifled a surprised gasp when he was suddenly standing right in front of her. It was as if everyone in the room had blinked and there he was. Everyone was holding their breaths except for Mrs. Weasley.

Harry gently placed his open palm over her beating heart and closed his eyes. She was frightened, but her heart yearned to hug him and tell him that everything would be okay again.

What was going to be okay? He was confused again and it was bugging him.

He removed his hand, slowly floating backwards from her, much to everyone’s relief. He did not like the way all of these people were looking at him.

He turned back to Dumbledore as if they no longer mattered and told him that he was tired and would like to rest. That was a total lie. He just wanted to get away from all of these colliding emotions that were ramming into him.

Nobody was able to say a word and Harry turned back to look at Charlie before leaving the room. He made his way back to the wing below Dumbledore’s where a room had been prepared for him.

Sirius was a wreck and Remus was doing his best to convince him that what had happened was not his fault. None of this was anyone’s fault. The fault lied with Barty Crouch JR., Peter Pettigrew, and Voldemort himself.

“Harry was a danger to himself and everyone he loves,” Remus told him. “You did what you had to do to protect his sanity and everyone else. The real Harry would never forgive himself if he accidentally killed someone he loved.”

“He is right, Sirius,” Dumbledore said. “The fault lies with me as well. I should have listened to him about his dreams.”

“The Goblet of Fire chose him as a champion,” Remus said. “He could not have quit…neither one of them would have been allowed to quit. Once the Goblet has decided, there is not turning back.”

Dumbledore remembered how Harry had begged him to let them quit. He could still see those cheeks stained with salty pain. He had been so afraid of losing Cedric…and he did.

“He still blames me, Remus,” Dumbledore told him. “A Beansidhe does not forgive.”

“Harry does!” Hermione hissed.

Ron was still looking down at his feet. He had been so afraid when Harry had stepped into the room. Death had been in the same room as him.

Charlie turned away from them all, feeling his cheek where Harry had gently caressed it. He had almost pissed himself. No dragon could compete on the same scale as the Terror that had stood before him. He had not been ready to face such beauty that was dark and terrible to look upon. He had felt as though his breath could have turned to ice in his lungs if Harry had willed it so.

A loud clunking sound was heard and Mad-Eye Moody came limping into the room with a big bag slung over his right shoulder. He looked right at Professor Dumbledore, his magic eye zooming around in circles, nodding his head.

“What’s in the bag?” Mrs. Weasley whispered.

Sirius lowered his head when Dumbledore told them it contained all the treasures Cedric Diggory had given to Harry.

Ron and Hermione looked furious but Charlie shook his head. Harry was too dangerous, and in his fury, could kill them all without knowing or caring.

They all watched in silence as Dumbledore slowly left the room with Moody following right behind him. Sirius and Remus quickly went with them.

Charlie looked at his mother but she shook her head. There was nothing they could do.

She looked at the twins and decided it was time to leave. She did not want her children to be here until Dumbledore could promise her that Harry was not a danger to himself or anybody else for that matter. She loved Harry like her own but she could not, would not take that risk.

Ginny came back into the room and took Hermione by the hand.

“Where did you go?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

Ginny looked over at her mother. “I had to go use the restroom.”

Mrs. Weasley nodded her head and they all made their way back to Grimwald Place.

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Harry had never returned to his room the Headmaster had prepared for him. He was at this moment in the room where he had found the bottle of oil and crystal orb.

He gazed inside at himself and the extremely handsome teen he was dancing with. The two of them were gliding across clouds of sliver smoke, dancing in a snowstorm.

The look on his face was that of pure and utter joy. It had him longing to know what it felt like to know such an emotion.

Who was this man in his image’s arms? Where was this woman who had the big glasses?

He put the orb back in with the crystal bottle and put the slab back in place. He floated from the room with a determined flame burning in his eyes.

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Moody carefully laid everything out onto Dumbledore’s cleared desk. It was everything that Harry had ever received from Cedric.

There were piles of letters, a rolled up yellow blanket, dried rose petals, a photo album full of pictures, and a golden house ring on a thin golden chain.

Pain stabbed at Dumbledore’s heart when he saw Cedric’s house ring that he had given to Harry. He had given it to him the night before the third trial. He was sure of it.

He put a hand to his chest and felt the house ring that was hanging around his own neck under his robes. It was something he never took off.

He reached out with a withered hand and picked up the dead Hufflepuff’s ring, letting it glimmer in the light. Tears welled up in his blue eyes and he put a hand to his mouth to muffle a sob that almost escaped him.

He forced himself not to think of that horrible day and immediately began to put everything back into the pack. He could feel three sets of eyes on him and he ignored them as he put the pack behind a portrait that was really an enchanted safe. He would return these to Harry if and when he found a cure.

Dumbledore then turned to the three silent men and told them the happenings at the Ministry. It was going to take them all to protect Harry from himself.

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Harry walked down a long hallway on silent feet. The only noise he could hear was the sound of whispering portraits and moving staircases in the distance.

He was going to search this whole castle over until he finds that woman. She obviously knew something that the others did not want him to know about.

His eyes narrowed into poisonous slits. Did it have to do with the man he was dancing with in the orb?

All of a sudden, the wall before him was becoming a beautiful painted window. There was a golden skinned man with flowing white silk all around him.

Harry could not see his eyes because the man was wearing a blindfold. The golden spear in his hand looked deadly. He did not know that this was an image of Angus, Celtic God of Love. Some say that Love is blind…well Love took off his blindfold when he speared Cedric and Harry through the heart.

What was on the other side of this window? The golden man continued to smile even after Harry walked right through him as if the glass were a portal made of water.

Harry found himself standing in a massive room that looked as though it had been carved out of quartz crystal. Tall pillars made of pure crystal light glowed on two sides, leading to a dais at the end of the room.

He glided down the rows of towering pillars towards a mirror that stood upon the dais. The mirror was twice his height and five times his own width. There was a name upon it that said Ddrych chan Cara.

Glass the color of pink roses was inlaid in a frame of shining silver that looked like coiling vines with sharp thorns. It was as beautiful as it was elegant.

He stood before it and his eyes widened at what he saw in the reflective surface.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.

I would like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this story. Thank you all so very much. You’re all the reason why I’m writing this.

Ddrych chan Cara…Mirror of Love.