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 Fourteen

You’re so beautiful
With an edge and charm
But so careful
When I’m in your arms

--Sarah McLachlan

Harry was sitting at his house table with his friends as the students from the other two wizard schools made themselves comfortable at other tables. He was still remembering how Beauxbatons showed up in a huge carriage drawn by winged horses and Durmstrang in a magical ship that could travel underwater. It had been a marvelous sight to behold.

He could not help but to shake his head at Ron’s antics. His friend was full of excitement. It turned out that Viktor Krum attended Durmstrang and he was sitting at the Slytherin table. Obviously the guy had no taste. Perhaps that bludger had broken more than his nose during the World Cup.

All of the girls from Beauxbatons were sitting at the Ravenclaw table and the guys were drooling over them. They had done an interesting little dance and sighed at all the boys. Harry looked down at his plate in embarrassment. He had found the little dance and the sighing to be funny.

The guys from Durmstrang had done some kind of dance as well. It was more military style and Ron had nearly swooned when Krum came walking in behind Professor Karkaroff. Many of the girls had done the same thing and were drooling over him.

He glanced over at Ron who was seething and practically growling with hatred. He followed his friend’s fiery gaze to see that Malfoy was laughing along with Krum. His pale cheeks were a bright pink.

Hermione and Ginny were talking amongst themselves. The two of them had paid little to no attention whatsoever to their visiting guests. It was like they could have cared less.

Harry looked to see that Hagrid was talking with Madam Maxime. She was slightly taller than him and dressed in dark furs. She was regal and very imposing, but Hagrid looked to be holding his own.

Professor Karkaroff was talking to Professor Snape and the man looked just as slimy as he did. Harry almost if not instantly took a disliking to the man. His eyes were cold and cruel. There was no warmth or kindness in them at all.

Harry turned his head around and looked to see Cedric talking and laughing with a bunch of his friends. He looked like he was having a really good time. It looked like he was really excited, too.

He turned back too see that Ginny was looking right at him. The look on her face was pleasant but her eyes looked as if they were very far away. Why was she looking at him like that for?

She gave him a big smile and before he could ask her, she quickly got to her feet to go talk to Neville who was sitting a little ways away. He watched her go and that was when his eyes caught Malfoy’s.

Why was he looking at him like that for? It was really starting to confuse him.

Krum waved his hand in front of Malfoy’s face that had gone really pink again for some reason. What the hell was going on?

“Damn you, Malfoy,” Ron hissed, shredding his cloth napkin. “Damn you for being prettier than me.”

Harry blinked several times and turned to him. “What did you say?”

Ron suddenly realized what he was doing and dropped the shredded cloth to the floor. He looked at Harry with a fake grin and shook his head.

“I’m just pissed that we’re out of rolls, Harry,” he lied. “This place never seems to have enough rolls.”

Hermione pointed at the basket. “We have rolls, Ron.”

He picked the basket up and tossed it over his shoulder. “Nope, all out, Hermione.”

She looked at Harry who was at a loss for words. Ron started stabbing at the slice of cake in front of him like it was someone’s face.

Harry looked over to see that Krum was looking kind of bored and decided to do something that would cheer Ron up. He knew that Ron adored the professional Seeker and he got to his feet.

Ron was too lost in his thoughts to notice and Hermione just watched him.

He put on a very confident face and walked over to where Krum was sitting. Malfoy and his posy were looking at him in shock. Potter never came to their table.

“Excuse me,” Harry said in a very pleasant voice, causing Krum to turn around and look up at him. “I know you must get asked this all the time and it probably annoys you, but would you mind signing this for a friend of mine?”

Krum gazed into Harry’s startling green eyes and took the clean napkin and quill from him. “V’at is his name?”

“Ron,” Harry smiled and watched him make it out.

“Is the Weasley too scared to come and ask for it himself?” Malfoy asked in a harsh voice. “He’ll probably sell it to make some money.”

Laughter followed from all around and Harry very gracefully ignored it.

Krum turned back around and handed the signed napkin to him. “Vood you like one as vell?”

Harry shook his head. “I’ve taken up enough of your time. Just talking to you in person is enough for me. Thank you very much, Mr. Krum.”

Harry turned to walk back to his table but Krum caught hold of his wrist, stopping him to many of the Slytherin’s shock. He turned back to look at the Seeker.

V’at is your name?” Krum asked him, letting go of his wrist. “You look very familiar.”

Harry looked down at Krum and gave him a white smile. “I’m just the loser that Malfoy wishes he could be.”

Krum made a face and watched the strange young man walk away from him. He watched the dark beauty hand the cloth napkin to a young man who had hair like fire. He was interesting enough to look at, too.

“I hate him!” Malfoy snarled, knocking Goyle out of his seat. “I fucking hate him!”

Krum ignored the pretty little snake and got lost in his thoughts once more. That had been the first time anyone had ever spoken to him like a normal person.

“V’at is his name?” Krum asked.

“That was Harry Scarhead Potter,” Malfoy sneered, pissed as hell. “Why on earth would I want to be him?”

Krum shrugged his shoulders, but on the inside, he was intrigued. “You just spilled your drink all over yourself.”

Malfoy could have screamed.

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Ron took the napkin from Harry in shock and beamed at him. There was no way in hell that he would have been able to do that even if Krum had been alone. He suddenly pictured his legs turning into jelly and him falling on his face at Krum’s feet.

Hermione shook her head. “What did you do? I can hear Malfoy hissing from here.”

Harry put his index finger to his lips. “I’ll never tell.”

Ron suddenly threw his arms around a laughing Harry. He had Krum’s autograph and he was so happy. This was so cool.

“Thank you,” Ron grinned, letting him go after another tight squeeze. “I can’t wait to frame this above my bed.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. She knew he would buy a very special frame for it, too.

“Damn,” Ron said, looking around. “Where did the rolls go?”

Harry laughed and took a sip of his pumpkin juice. It was really good.

He turned around to see that Cedric was talking to some guys and they were all laughing. He wished that he could be over there with him, laughing as well.

Cedric suddenly looked right at him and time seemed to freeze for Harry. He could hear two trembling hearts beating at the same time to the very same rhythm. It was as if a pulse shot out from him with each beat his heart took.

Cedric smiled at him and winked. For some odd reason, he wanted to jump across the table and go kiss Harry. It was as though Harry was beckoning to him with those pouting lips and big green eyes.

Harry gave him a loving look and felt an elbow connect with his arm. He yelped and turned to glare at Ron.

“What?” Harry asked, rubbing his elbow.

Ron slowly pointed to Krum who was sitting in front of him. Hermione had scooted over to make room for him.

“Oh,” Harry said, looking at the rugged Seeker. “Hi.”

Krum nodded his head and looked right at Ron. “Someone tells me that you’re a big fan of mine, Ron Veasley.”

Ron nearly swooned like a lady at Sunday sermon. Viktor Krum, Seeker God, his idol, knew his name and even said it in a sexy accent.

Ron nodded his head. “You’re the best.”

“I voodn’t say the best,” Krum chuckled, loving the boy’s awkward shyness. “But, I am good.”

Ron blushed, stumbling to his feet. “Please, excuse me. I have to go throw up now.”

He practically fled from the Great Hall, robes billowing all around him. His hair caught the light and looked as though it were on fire.

Hermione could not help but snort and everyone else around them were too enthralled by having Krum gracing their table with his presence.

“He’s very shy,” Harry said, wondering why he didn’t seem to be anymore.

Krum smiled at him. “He seems very nice, I’m Just The Loser That Malfoy Vishes He Could Be.”

Hermione looked at him with wide eyes and then to Harry. She then promptly proceeded to howl with laughter. It got some looks but she didn’t care. No wonder Malfoy was hissing like a pissed off snake.

Harry looked at Krum and nodded his head. “I’m sorry about that. My name is Harry Potter.”

He reached across the table with his hand and Krum looked at it apprehensively. He had that whole I’m not worthy look on his rugged face, but he gently shook it.

“May I,” Krum asked, pointing at his own forehead. “May I see your scar?”

Harry suddenly felt uncomfortable. This was always why he hated introducing himself. Everyone always saw the scar. They could only see it and not him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Harry,” Krum quickly said, putting up his hands. “I did not mean to be so rude.”

Harry shook his head. “It’s cool. It just makes me nervous.”

“I got excited vin Draco told me your name,” Krum told him.

“Ah,” Harry said, pushing a carrot around on his plate with a fork. “Did he tell you all the lovely nicknames that he calls me?”

Krum shook his head. “But you do haff the most ironic middle name.”

Harry cocked a brow and Hermione reached for a piece of pie.

“I had no idea your middle name was Scarhead,” Krum told him.

Harry bit his bottom lip to keep from snorting and Hermione dropped her pie into the gravy bowl. He looked at her and started laughing.

“My middle name is James, Krum,” Harry told him. “Malfoy calls me Scarhead to be mean.”

Why was he explaining this? He didn’t have to explain anything. He could just roll with it.

“That is a terrible insult,” Krum said, face becoming stormy. “You defeated He Voo Must Not Be Named. Draco should thank you.”

Wow! Krum wasn’t an ass hole. But, he had been just a baby. He had not done anything.

“You’re really nice, Krum,” Harry smiled. “Thank you, and thank you again for signing that napkin for Ron. He’ll treasure it forever and ever.”

“Speaking of Ron,” Krum said, looking around. “Do you think he is okay?”

Hermione patted him on the arm. “He’ll be fine. He just…oh my god…”

She broke off and the realization bitch slapped her both ways across the face. All of the teasing about Krum, the blushing…it all came back to her.

Did Ron have a real crush on Krum?

“I vood like to speak with him again,” Krum told them. “How vood I do that here?”

“You can send him a letter by owl,” Harry told him, still looking at Hermione’s shocked face.

Krum nodded. “I vill see you later, Harry. Tell Ron I say hi.”

Harry told him that he would and watched him walk back over to the Slytherin table to join his friends. What in the world just happened? Was Krum hitting on him, Ron, or both?

He snapped his fingers in front of Hermione’s face, causing her to jump. She looked at him and smiled. This was too cute. She always thought that Ron was overcompensating.

Dumbledore suddenly rose to his feet and announced that the time had come to begin the entering of the school champions. Silence fell all around as he explained the rules once more to all present.

Harry’s heart sunk and he closed his eyes. There was that terrible fear clawing at him again. It felt as though it were trying to choke him.

“The Goblet of Fire,” Dumbledore said as a great golden cup was put on a marble stand for all to see. He snapped his fingers and the top of the cup ignited with a sapphire blue flame.

“Be absolutely certain that you wish to enter your name,” Dumbledore told all who were of seventeen. “For once the goblet has chosen you as a champion, there is no turning back.”

Harry looked up at the goblet and wanted to blast it into a piece of scrap metal and tell them all that this was stupid. A silly cup and a thousand galleons were not worth the risk of death.

“You will all have until tomorrow night to enter,” Dumbledore told them. “Good luck to all who do, and may Hogwarts’ champion obtain eternal glory.”

Cheers rang out and Harry lowered his head.

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Harry stood beside Cedric in the Great Hall just inches from the glowing age line he could not cross. His heart was fluttering like a butterfly in a harsh wind.

It was late and the two of them were all alone. He could see the determined look in Cedric’s gray eyes.

This was Cedric’s dream. He had dreamt of this since he was a little boy. How could he stop him from following his dream?

Cedric took a step forward and Harry snatched his robe without thinking, stopping him in his tracks. He turned back to look at Harry with a question mark face.

“You don’t have to do this, Cedric,” Harry whispered, clinging to his garment.

“I know I don’t have to, Harry,” Cedric smiled his blinding smile that said all would be well. “I want to do this.”

Harry slowly let him go and watched him walk up to the Burning Goblet of Fire. He couldn’t, wouldn’t be the one to stop Cedric from fulfilling a lifelong dream.

“Wait!” Harry shouted, stepping forward without thinking.

Everything fell into slow motion.

The parchment with Cedric’s name on it was devoured by the hungry blue flame just as Harry was thrown back by the invisible wall he had run into. Cedric watched him as he landed flat on his back with an echoing smack.

He raced to Harry’s side, going down on his knees, looking a stunned Harry over. His breath was coming out in pants as his green eyes tried to focus on just one of the many Cedric’s.

It was too late. Cedric’s name had been taken by the flame. All he could do now was pray to the gods that Cedric’s name was not chosen by the Goblet of Fire.

Cedric gently lifted Harry up into his arms, making sure that he was all right. That had been some charm that Dumbledore had put around the goblet to keep underage wizards out.

“Are you okay?” Cedric asked in concern.

Harry nodded his head and moaned a little.

“I’ll be great, Harry,” Cedric said, helping him to his feet.

Harry threw his arms around him. He hoped that he was not chosen.

“Remember your promise?” Harry whispered.

Cedric smiled. “I remember and I’ll keep it, too.”

Harry looked at the Stupid Goblet of Fire and commanded it with the power of his mind not to pick Cedric. He told the stupid piece of metal exactly what he would do to it the second he got some alone time with it if it so dared to defy his will.

“Be happy for me, Harry,” Cedric pouted, pinching at him.

Harry squirmed and Cedric chased after him around the Great Hall. He wanted to cry on the inside but he was laughing.

Cedric looked so happy right now. He should be happy for him. Cedric had just fulfilled a small part of his dream. He had just entered his name into the tournament he has dreamed about winning. Not many people ever go to do this.

“I love you,” Harry whispered and Cedric stopped pinching. “I’m not happy about you putting your life at risk…but I’ll support you all the way. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

“A lousy one,” Cedric chuckled, pouncing at him. “Let’s make out on top of the Slytherin table.”

Harry snorted and then laughed. He picked up his invisibility cloak and would love to see Malfoy’s face. “Are you serious?”

Cedric took his hand.

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Ron was sitting with Hermione in front of the fireplace in the common room. She had told him about how Krum had said that he would like to talk to him again. She watched how he was gazing into the fireplace with a lost and confused look on his face.

“Why would he want to talk to someone like me?” He asked, watching the burning flames dance with one another over the logs. “I so don’t even register on his social scale.”

Hermione made a face. Since when had Ron gotten so down on himself? This wasn’t right. Where was the explosive volcano that blew up ever so frequently at the drop of a hat?

“I don’t have Harry’s dark looks and I definitely don’t have Malfoy’s money.” Ron said, staring off, counting the tiny sparks given off by the wood. “All I have is a temper that gets me in trouble.”

“He said that you seemed nice and that he was going to send you an owl,” Hermione told him. “You should cheer up. Krum probably likes you because you’re you. You don’t have to put on airs like Malfoy.”

“Malfoy’s pretty,” Ron hissed.

“And you’re not easy,” Hermione told him. “And Harry was right. You have a nice body.”

Ron blushed and then he gawked at her. What in the hell was he doing?

“Oh, no,” Hermione said, slamming that closet door shut and nailing it so he couldn’t get back in. “You’re out now.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, looking around, wondering if he could get by her if he chose to run away.

“You like Krum more than what you say you do,” Hermione said in a sing song voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ron snarled, on the offensive now. “You’re mad, woman! You’re blooming mad!”

“Oh, how I long to have those arms of my Krum wrapped around me like the branches of a mighty tree,” Hermione recited from memory. This was his chance to actually get to talk to Krum. Sure, they might not date, because that would just be kind of odd and all because they didn’t know each other.

Ron squeaked and almost fell off the couch. He picked up his jaw and put it back into place so he could yell at her.

“You’ve read my journal!” He roared, wand out. “Where is she? I’ll kill her! Come out, Ginny!”

Suddenly Harry came through the portrait hole with a dazed expression on his face. His hair was looking wild as ever and his glasses were crooked on his nose.

“Oh, Harry, it’s simply dreadful,” Hermione cried, jumping to her feet, running to hide behind him in mock fear. “Ron has gone mad with rage and wants to kill his sister.”

“That’s so sweet,” Harry smiled, looking all gaga, not really hearing her. “I’ll get her a nice flower arrangement.”

Hermione laughed and Ron fumed about how sacred his journal was. She walked in front of Harry to see that he was lost in wonder.

“Spill it,” she commanded. “Why are you so…happy?”

Harry giggled and Ron dropped his wand in shock. What the hell? Did Harry just giggle like a little school girl?

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, what is it?”

“Yeah,” Ron snapped. “And none of that I’ll never tell crap either.”

“It was so awesome,” Harry smiled, gazing at the two of them with big green eyes. “Cedric romantically took me by the hand, swept me off my feet, laid me down on top of the Slytherin table, and we made out till the cat meowed.”

Hermione blinked and Ron’s jaw hit the floor for the second time that night. The two looked at each other and started laughing when Harry snorted.

“Did anyone see you?” Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head, but he wished they had. It would be awesome if it actually got back to Malfoy.

Harry Potter Makes Out With Cedric Diggory On Slytherin Table! Read all about it!

“This is almost as good as the ferret,” Ron laughed.

“Every time Malfoy opens his mouth from now on,” Harry told them. “I’m just going to smile at him.”

The three of them laughed again and Hermione said, “Oh, Harry, wonderful news! Ron’s come out of the closet.”

“That’s wonderful!” Harry smiled. “It’s so dark in there.”

“My journal,” Ron roared, suddenly remembering that he was supposed to still be pissed.

“His lips upon my own, drinking from me like a chalice of ecstasy,” Hermione kept reciting from memory.

Ron shrieked and threw every pillow he could get his hands on at her.

Harry was laughing his head off. He got smacked in the face by a pillow and that was when he jumped in. He was going to show these wimps how a real spell slinger threw a pillow.

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PRESENT

In the cold dark ways
Of this lonely place
I will warm you, hold you

--Kuroda Kayoko

Harry stood before the rose colored glass, staring at the haunting image within. He slowly lifted up his hands to put them on his shoulders, spinning around with a slight gasp to find that the handsome teen was not there with him.

He turned back to the mirror and watched the tall man wrap his arms around his slender waist and rest his chin on his left shoulder. Harry lifted up a hand, to place it on a rosy golden cheek that was not there.

What is this? What is this mirror? Who is this man? Why does he haunt me so?

Frustration ran through his veins like crystal shards of ice. He was so enchanted.

The man was smiling at him, and squeezing him against him. He must have stood there for hours, bewitched by the image he was seeing.

The young man’s beautiful smoky gray eyes held such love in them. It made Harry’s icy heart want to bleed.

“Who are you?” He asked, stepping up to touch the glass. “Tell me who you are!”

The tall teen smiled at him with such warmth and kissed him on the cheek from within the rose colored glass. Harry gently put a hand to his cheek where he had been kissed. There was something here and he wanted to know what it was.

“Please,” Harry cooed like a mournful wind. “Please, tell me who you are. Why are you doing this? Why are you in that orb? Are you a spirit?”

Harry…

He spun around with a sharp hiss of silk and looked around the empty hall. It was massive. Someone could be hiding in here with him, playing with him.

“I order you to come out!” Harry yelled, his beautiful voice rising in pitch, echoing all around the crystal chamber.

I love you, Harry…

“I said come out!” Harry cried, floating up in the air, long dark hair lashing like whips. “Where are you?”

It was as if the voice was coming from within the very walls itself.

Walk with me, Harry…

Harry’s eyes narrowed and something wet was sliding down his cheek. He put a hand to it and saw that it was a tear. He was crying? Why was he crying?

Suddenly a sharp pain stabbed at his heart and he fell to his knees. The tears were streaming from his eyes and he didn’t know why. Why was he in such pain?

I love a challenge, Harry…

“Stop it!” Harry screamed, glowing white hand clutched over his heart.

His scream was like a beautiful musical note. It had wings and it soared, echoing all around the room.

You’ll never lose me, Harry. I’m always with you…

He turned back to the mirror and saw that the image of the young man was cradling him in his arms. The tears burned down his cheeks.

“It’s you,” Harry whispered, crawling towards it. “You’re the one. You’re the one doing this to me.”

“Hello, Harry.” A soft voice said, causing him to turn away from the mirror once more to see a young looking girl with glasses smiling at him.

“I hurt,” Harry wailed, tears streaming down his face. “And I don’t know why. Nobody will tell me anything.”

“You’ve lost that which is most precious to you, Harry,” the silver spirit smiled sadly at him. “You’ve lost the one you see in the mirror.”

Harry looked back at the young man cradling him in his arms. He was planting soft kisses on top of his head, running his fingers through his long dark hair. His hands were so big.

“I…I don’t remember,” Harry said, lost in the image. “Why does it hurt so much?”

“True love is rare, Harry,” she said, walking up beside him, actually able to touch him. “He loved you with all his heart…and you loved him with all that you were. When you lose something so precious…it feels like your guts are being ripped out and stomped on before your very eyes.”

“How…how did I lose him,” Harry asked, reaching out to touch the image in the mirror.

“Look at me, Harry,” the young girl said, gently turning his head towards her, cradling it in her palms. “You are a Beansidhe. You’re screams hold the power of Death. You are now beauty and power graced with immortality. Spirits are subjugated to you for you can touch us…as we can touch you…since you are allowing it right now. Those who lose true love to something dark and terrible are able to become Beansidhe.”

“How do you know all this?” Harry asked, wrapping his arms around her.

“I’ve been dead a long time, Harry.” She said, knowing his pain, missing her friend as well. “I may look young, but I’m not. I’ve done a lot of reading in my bathroom.”

“Why are you doing this?” He asked, loving how cold she felt. It was helping to numb his pain.”

“You and I became friends, Harry,” she smiled. “We loved the same person, just in different ways.”

“You know my pain?” He asked.

She nodded her head. “A professor asked me to fetch you, Harry. She may be able to help you obtain your memories.”

Harry was instantly on his feet and she was floating before him. She was not a beauty, but she was pretty in an innocent way. Her glasses were a little big for her face and her hair looked to be almost as dark as his.

He turned back to the mirror and looked at the handsome young man holding him in his arms once more. His smile was so white and Harry loved his eyes. They were only for him.

“What is your name?” Harry asked.

The little girl smiled. “My name is Myrtle.”

It was a pretty name for a pretty girl…even if it was a bit gloomy.

Harry turned to look at her. “What is this mirror, Myrtle?”

“It was forged by Angus, God of Love, Harry,” she told him. “It is that which shows only a few rare people who the God has taken his blindfold off for. It is the Mirror of Love.”

Harry wiped the tears from his face and his molten green jewels burned like a furnace. “Take me to this Professor, Myrtle.”

“This way,” she said, floating through a stained glass window.

He took one last look at his true love’s face, committing every detail to memory, tore his gaze away, and glided off after her.

TBC…

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Flora.

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