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 Fifteen

You know when love’s
Shining in your eyes
It may be the stars
Fallen from above
And you know love
Is with you when you rise
For night and day belong to love

--Enya

The next morning was Saturday and there were no classes to have to deal with. It was simply wonderful. Breakfast went as usual and Harry had received an owl from Cedric, asking if he would like to go to Hogsmeade later with him. He had apparently run out of candy and was in dire need of some.

Harry had to roll his eyes. He wondered if there was a charm that Cedric used in order to enjoy his sweets and keep his pearly whites pearly and white. Either way, he was totally up for a legal trip to Hogsmeade. His Godfather had signed his permission slip for him.

Ron passed him some pumpkin juice and Hermione finished chewing before saying, “We’re going to have a picnic down at the lake for lunch.”

Harry looked at Ron and then back at her. “We are?”

She nodded her head and smiled. “It’s going to be such a beautiful day, Harry. You can invite Cedric if you like. Neville is making lots of food.”

Ron almost choked on his buttered toast and simply started at her. “Neville melts cauldrons, Hermione.”

Harry snorted and sat back, hooking his feet under the bar under the table. “That’s because Snape is always breathing poison down his neck every chance he gets.”

“He is a very good cook,” Ginny said, suddenly right beside Hermione. “His Grandmother taught him how.”

Ron lowered his head. “We’re all going to die.”

Harry started laughing. He could not wait to see what all Neville could cook up to put in a basket. He thought back to his picnic with Cedric. It had been one of the most magical days of his life.

“We’re all going to meet out front in the courtyard at eleven o’clock,” Ginny told them.

Harry nodded his head. This would give him plenty of time to finish up some last minute homework. He would borrow Pig to send Cedric a note, asking if he would like to join them.

He could not wait to go to Hogsmeade with him. It was going to be so much fun. No more having to hide under his invisibility cloak for him.

They all suddenly looked up when the Durmstrang boys came walking in. The looks on their faces were saying that they were starving.

Ron looked among them, noticing that Krum was not with them. He was still a tad bit peeved at his sister and Hermione for reading his journal. He was also convinced that Hermione had invented a charm and put it on her brain so that it could soak up information like a sponge soaked up water.

He watched the seven of them sit down at the Slytherin table and begin digging into the food with gusto. It made him squirm in his seat. He had thought that he had bad table manners. He suddenly realized the horror his mother had to go through at every meal. It made him grin.

Harry stood up and told them that he would see them all in the courtyard. He wanted to get his homework done so that he would have nothing to worry about.

That was when he was suddenly bitch slapped across the face with the realization that tonight was when the champions would be chosen from the Goblet of Fire. He felt that foreboding chill run down his spine like icy shards, causing him to shiver even though it was warm.

“Please, gods,” he whispered as he walked away from the table. “Please keep Cedric safe if he does get picked…”

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Cedric took an extra long shower, got dressed, and decided to go to the library and do some more reading about the golden cup. It had to be somewhere in the castle. Something as special as that would not be allowed to leave Hogwarts ground.

He pocketed his little book on his House Founder and left the Badger Hole. He looked out the first window he came to and saw that it was a bright and sunny day.

The trees were all gold and red as flame. It was so pretty. He couldn’t wait to hear back from Harry.

This little fun trip to Hogsmeade would be good for him. It would help him show Harry that there would be nothing to worry about. He was going to kick some serious ass in this tournament if he was chosen.

He was a good wizard and he was going to win. Tonight was going to be so exciting. He could almost hear whispers of Dumbledore calling out his name with deep pride.

He suddenly yelped when something collided with the back of his head. He spun around with his wand out, having a curse on the tip of his tongue.

He looked down when he heard a hoot and jumped back when a crazy little owl started to do somersaults around his head. The little cutie had a letter tied to his leg and he wondered who this could be from.

“Calm down, little guy,” he laughed, catching it. “What do you have here for me, hmm?”

He untied the letter and the little owl zoomed off like a bludger. He had never seen anything like that before in his life. That little guy was insane with energy.

He looked at the letter and immediately recognized his beloved’s handwriting. Where the heck was Hedwig?

Good morning, Sunshine!

I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you and I can’t wait. You can even buy me some fire whiskey!

We’re having a picnic down at the lake and will be meeting in the courtyard at eleven o’clock. Would you like to come? I’m told there is going to be lots of food. Wish I was there to hug and kiss you…

Love,
Harry

P.S. I’m so sorry about the concussion you might have right now. Pig is Ron’s little friend and he’s insane with energy. Let me know where he hit you and I’ll give it a big kiss.

Cedric could only smile. That was so funny. He could only guess that the little ball of feathers had nearly knocked Harry out, too.

He bit his bottom lip as he folded the letter up and put it away in one of his secret pockets. Should he go? He didn’t want to make Harry’s friends feel as if he were trying to monopolize all of Harry’s time.

But, then again, he had used Ron’s owl for some reason. So they knew and probably told Harry that he could invite him.

A picnic did sound nice. It made him think of his with Harry in the Weasley’s woods. It had been such a magical time. He didn’t know what to do. It was so pretty out. He rubbed the back of his aching head.

He would just focus on trying to locate the golden cup and decide later. He had almost three hours.

“Hey, Diggory,” Cho called out to him at the top of the steps. “Are you ready to do some digging?”

He rolled his eyes and raced up the steps with a smile. She thought she was so funny.

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Harry made his way out to the courtyard to see Neville standing under a tree with leaves the color of red flames. He was holding a good sized picnic basket and was waving at him with a big smile on his face.

Harry grinned and waved as he made his way over to him. He wondered where everybody else was at. It was almost five till eleven.

“It’s so nice out,” Neville commented, looking up at the stunning red leaves. “And the trees are so pretty, too.”

Harry nodded and looked up at them as well. “I hope you made enough food. I just did a ton of homework and I’m starving again.”

Neville laughed and looked back at him from the leaves. “My Grandmother gave me this basket. It can hold up to thirty different dishes, Harry.”

Harry gawked. “Wow, that’s awesome. Let me see!”

Neville opened up the basket and Harry’s big green eyes widened. There was everything from chicken breast to chocolate cake. This boy knew how to cook.

“You made all of this,” Harry asked, seeing the salad as well.

Neville nodded his head, giving Harry a big grin. “I love to cook, Harry.”

Harry watched him close the lid and told him that he should treat the ingredients in potions the same way as the ingredients for a chocolate cake. Neville gave him a small blush.

“Ignore Snape, Neville,” he told him. “Just follow the directions like a recipe and rub it in his slimy face.”

Neville processed what Harry was telling him and decided that he would give it a shot on Monday. The only thing he could do was try his best.

He was happy that he had been able to make friends with Harry. Harry became sort of like his hero during first year when he returned his Remembral to him. He had stood up to Malfoy for him.

The two of them looked to see Ron come running out through the double doors, waving what looked to be a letter in his hand.

Harry could not help but smile. He looked so excited. Had Krum sent him an owl?

“Hey, guys,” Ron called, running right up to them, skidding to a halt. “Krum wrote to me!”

Neville looked at him in shock, saying, “No way!”

Ron nodded. “Yes way! He’s the coolest ever!”

“What does it say?” Harry asked, wanting to read it.

“He asked if I wouldn’t mind giving him a tour of the castle,” Ron smiled. “After all, I’ve been dragged, chased, and almost mangled all over this place.”

“You’re not going to let these past three years go, are you?” Harry asked, rolling his eyes.

Ron shook his head, punching him in the arm, saying, “Nope.”

“And here we were just discussing how you two would be the late ones,” Hermione laughed, walking up to join them with Ginny right beside her.

Neville smiled at the both of them and Ginny took him by one arm and Hermione took the other. He was blushing something furious. He was not use to this.

“Is Cedric coming, Harry,” Ginny asked over her shoulder at him.

“I don’t know,” Harry told her. “He never wrote me back.”

Neville was smiling. “So, the rumors are true then, eh? You and Cedric are seeing one another.”

Harry nodded his head. There was no point in lying to his friend about it. It was all going to come out sometime anyway.

“I think I knew,” Neville said as Harry began to lead them down the path. “The looks, the pretty black owl, and all those letters you were getting.”

Ron gazed at the Durmstrang ship when it came into view. It was docked a little ways out. Krum was on it somewhere. He hoped they could hang out soon. It was going to be so cool.

Harry played with his bracelet, turning to give Neville a big smile. He knew what Cedric was doing now. Cedric didn’t want for his friends to think that he was trying to hog him all to himself.

Harry closed his eyes for a second and grinned. Cedric was the best and he would see him later.

The five of them found an awesome spot to lay out their red blanket. It was right where the nice boulder was. It was the spot where he and Cedric first hung out together.

Ron was at a loss for words when Neville started to remove the food from the basket while Hermione put up insect repellent charms. The boy had fixed enough to feed a small army. His mouth watered when he saw the chicken breasts and the green salad. He could not wait to dig into the velvety chocolate cake. It was going to taste like biting into heaven, he just knew it.

They filled up their plates and talked about everything under the burning sun and changing trees. There were other groups out doing the same thing that they were.

“Look,” Ron suddenly said, pointing.

They all looked to see the Durmstrang students jumping off the ship with laughing shouts. They were swimming and having a good time.

Ron wondered if Krum was among them. He couldn’t tell from this far away.

“They live in such cold climates,” Hermione said, enjoying her salad. “This weather must be paradise to them.”

Ginny smiled. “This food is five owls, Neville.”

Everybody nodded their heads and Neville blushed redder than a cherry. He was so happy.

“Now, my wondrous friends,” Harry cackled evilly, picking up a knife, a wicked gleam in his emerald eyes. “The time has come…to cut…this cake.”

Everybody kind of leaned back as he twirled the knife like he usually did his wand. He handed it over to Neville and they all laughed.

Harry stuck his fork into his cake and put it to his mouth. The moment the yummy goodness touched his tongue, he moaned. Now this was some good cake!

“Do you mind if I take Cedric a piece?” He asked Neville. “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

Neville beamed and happily fixed a piece for his friend to take to Cedric. He was so thrilled that everybody loved his food. It made him feel all warm and bubbly.

Ginny gently elbowed Hermione who looked up to see that Krum was walking towards them with a smile on his face. All he had on was his swimming attire and he was soaking wet, too.

“Hello,” he greeted them all, grinning at Harry and Ron. “Did you receive my owl, Ron?”

Ron nodded his head with a faint blush. He could not believe that this was real. His idol, his God, was standing half naked right in front of him.

“Are you hungry?” Neville asked, gesturing at all the food.

“Krum,” a loud voice called and all turned to see that it was Malfoy in the distance with his posy of venomous serpents.

Krum waved at them, “I vill catch up vith you later!”

Harry could hear Malfoy hiss something not very nice and watched him slither away. Were they having a picnic, too? He thought that Malfoy hated the outdoors. He was always complaining about the sun during Hagrid’s class.

Ron scooted over and Krum took a seat right beside him. His heart was all a pitter patter. He could not believe that this was really happening.

“I vuz unable to go to breakfast,” Krum told them. “I have a hard time vaking up in the early mornings.”

“I could help you out there,” Ron muttered under his breath and gave Krum a big smile when the older boy cocked a brow, not really hearing him.

Neville quickly handed the Bulgarian a clean plate that he spelled clean. Krum took it from him with a thank you. It was so nice to be around people who were not start struck.

Ron watched him fill up his plate and he actually ate with manners. It was surprising because of the way the others ate.

“Tell me something, Harry,” Krum asked him. “How do you deal vith people coming up to you all the time, asking to see your scar?”

Harry sat his empty plate down and looked at him. “I find it easier to just give them what the want.”

“Does it not frustrate you?” Krum asked him, smiling when he tried the chicken.

“All the time,” Harry told him. “They see the scar, but not me.”

Krum nodded his head. That was kind of like what he felt like sometimes. People only see the star but not the man.

He looked at Ron and playfully nudged him. “How did you and Harry get to be such good friends, Ron?”

Ron looked down at his hands and calmly told him the story. Hermione had to interrupt him constantly because he was leaving out details.

“Who’s telling this story, woman??!” He yelled at her, pointing both fingers at himself.

Krum made a face. “A three headed dog named…Fluzzy?”

“Fluffy,” Ginny laughed. “I love that part. Hermione says that Ron screamed like a girl.”

Ron’s face went as red as magma. Krum found it endearing. “You would have to, Missy! That monster had fangs as long as my arm!”

Krum laughed with them all. Ron was the one they all playfully picked on and loved very much. Ron was Ginny’s brother. He had thought they looked alike.

He did not like the part of the story where Malfoy had made fun of Ron because he was poor. He could relate with Ron on that. His family had been extremely humble as well, until his Quidditch skills got him to where he is now.

Harry had chosen Ron over Malfoy because Ron had a golden heart and his eyes were honest. That was what he got from the story.

“Hermy-oh-ninny,” Krum said, trying not to laugh at his own inability to pronounce her name.

Hermione shook her head, telling him that it was close enough.

“Oh, no,” Krum said, looking around in a slight panic. “I have forgotten all about Draco.”

Ron kept his mouth shut. He was not going to talk bad about Malfoy in front of him. It would look bad on him.

Krum got to his feet and thanked Neville for the good and all of them for a wonderful time. He had had a lot of fun with them. He smiled down at Ron.

“May I hang out with you after dinner, Ron?” He asked him.

Ron nodded his head. “I can show you around.”

Krum bent down, playfully punching him in the arm, thanked them all again, and jogged off. He had had a lot of fun with them. They were so…normal. They had treated him just like he was one of their own.

“I just had an international Superstar eat and love my food,” Neville said, super excited. “He is so cool.”

Ginny laughed and helped him to begin cleaning up.

Ron looked at Neville with a very serious face. “How much do you want for this blanket? How much do you want for this fork and plate?”

Harry smiled at Hermione who was laughing. This picnic had been great. He only wished that Cedric had come.

He looked at his watch and smiled. He needed to go take a shower and get ready for his date.

They all helped with the cleaning up and teased Ron mercilessly. Ron pretended to hate it, but he was really eating it up. Maybe there really was some chemistry here that he could work with. He was so going to give it a shot. All it could do was blow up in his face. It wasn’t like he’s never had that happen before.

“Come on,” Harry laughed, pulling on him. “We’ve got to get ready for out outings.”

Ginny laughed, looking at Hermione who looked at Neville. This was too cute and they loved the pun.

“Let me know what Cedric thinks of the cake, Harry,” Neville told him.

Harry winked at him.

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Harry was dressed in a thin red turtleneck with a golden collar, and he had on a pair of nice jeans. Charlie had picked them out for him. It had gotten a little colder out and he didn’t want to freeze.

He met Cedric out in the courtyard next to the tree where Neville had been. His handsome knight was wearing a pair of jeans with a yellow shirt that had a black collar and sleeves.

The two of them definitely wore their house colors with pride. Plus, their colors just complimented each other anyway.

Cedric took him in his arms and kissed him, telling him where the bump was on the back of his head. Harry had snorted and kissed it for him. He pretended to swoon under Harry’s magic and fell back against the tree. It had made Harry laugh.

He smiled when Harry told him all about the picnic he had missed. His heart did a somersault because Harry had saved him a piece of yummy chocolate cake. Chocolate was his favorite yummy goodness ever…besides Harry’s kisses. They were even more yummy and filled with sparkly goodness.

The two of them made their way into Honeydukes where they put Mr. Flume to work. They bought all kinds of candies.

Harry simply loved the nougat. He bought chocolates and fudge along with the shimmering pink squares of coconut. He didn’t care what the names where. They all just looked so tasty. He made sure to get enough for everyone because he knew they’d pounce him first chance they got.

Cedric led Harry into Gladrags Wizardwear where they specialized in strange and unusual socks. He wanted the kind that would keep his feet nice and toasty during cold winter nights.

Harry found a few shirts that he liked and wondered if he should get them. His emerald orbs suddenly fell on a silk jade shirt with a silver lighting bolt in the center. He cocked his head to the side and snatched it off the rack. Charlie would be so proud of him.

He held it up to himself in the mirror and it told him that it was hot. Cedric whistles and started to fan himself. Only Gladrags would have a shirt like this. He had to have it.

Harry led the way past Dervish and Banges to The Three Broomsticks where they could get some tasty butterbeer. The two of them had three bags apiece.

Madam Rosmerta greeted them at the door. Harry wondered if she were named after the Roman Goddess. She was beautiful.

She led them to a table that seated two and went to get them some butterbeer. She had the Harry Potter in her establishment.

She found him to be a beautiful young man and the infamous scar only added to his dark looks. His emerald green eyes were haunting and bewitching, both at the same time.

She knew Cedric, of course. He was only the most handsome young man attending Hogwarts. She told them that their first cup was on the house.

Harry smiled and it warmed her heart. To see someone who has faced and lived through such tragedy and still be able to smile like that was precious.

She gave a small bow and glided off to see to another guest in the corner. He looked to be having trouble with the menu. It was barking at him.

“Are you having fun, Harry?” Cedric asked him, talking a big sip of his warm butterbeer. The warmth traveled all the way down to his toes.

Harry nodded and then snorted when he looked at him. Cedric had a foamy mustache.

“What?” Cedric asked him, making a face, which only made him look even goofier. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Harry shook his head and fought not to laugh. This was too funny. He wished he had a camera.

“Would you two care for anything else?” Madam Rosmerta asked and her mouth froze when Cedric looked up at her.

She bit her bottom lip in order to keep from laughing and Harry was scratching his head. This was so cute.

She scratched her upper lip and Cedric put his hand to his, suddenly blushing redder than Snow White’s apple. Harry burst out into laughter as Cedric wiped his foamy white mustache away with a napkin.

He gave Harry a look that clearly stated that he was so going to get him back for that. That had not been funny at all.

Harry smirked and it made him snort. “I’m going to get you back when you’re least expecting it, Mr. Potter.”

“Why my dear, Mr. Diggory,” Harry grinned, leaning across the table with his hands down. “Bring it on.”

Cedric laughed at the weird way Harry had said the last part. The look on his face had been funny as well.

Madam Rosmerta, clearly forgotten, watched with amazement. The two young men only had eyes for each other. This was too adorable.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Harry said, suddenly realizing they had completely ignored her question. “Thank you so much for the butterbeer, Madam Rosmerta. I’ll take two more to go, please.”

She smiled. “A pleasure, Mr. Potter, think nothing of it.”

A few minutes later, Harry paid for his two butterbeers and handed one to Cedric. He took it with a smile and they thanked Madam Rosmerta again.

She told them to have a good evening and to come back again. The first drink would always be on the house.

Harry gave her another big smile and it warmed her heart as she watched them leave with their purchases. The two of them were trying to hold hands, but they were just too full. It made her laugh.

“Where are we going?” Cedric asked, realizing that Harry was leading him in the direction of the Shrieking Shack.

It was six o’clock and they needed to be back before nine. That was when Professor Dumbledore would draw the names of the champions. They threw their empty cups into a trashcan.

“We’re not going in there are we?” Cedric asked, already knowing the answer even before Harry went under the fence. “We’re going in there, huh?”

Harry nodded his head. He actually wanted to explore the place. The last time he was here, he didn’t get to. He was too busy fighting for the lives of his friends.

“It doesn’t look safe, Harry.” Cedric said, not wanting Harry to know how uneasy he was feeling.

The Shrieking Shack is said to be the most haunted place ever. Everything inside and out was haunted. The whole place was a haunting.

“I’ve been inside before, Cedric.” Harry told him, leading the way up the whispering steps. “I find this place…hauntingly beautiful.”

Cedric snorted and jumped when the door knocker tried to bite his finger. He had not been expecting that.

“May we come in?” Harry asked the door in a very polite manner.

Cedric blinked when the door softly opened and admitted them to come inside. He took a hold of Harry’s hand, following him in. He almost jumped when the door closed behind them.

Yes, the whole place was one giant haunting. The doors were opening and closing. All the drawers were opening and closing with bangs. The floorboards were whispering and moving under their feet. Sheets were even dancing through the air to music they couldn’t hear. Even the walls seemed to have voices.

The two of them walked into a room on the bottom level to see everything in it moving. A broom was sweeping the floor and a rocking chair went rocking by them.

“Wow,” Cedric said, watching it rock from the room. “That chair was really moving.”

Harry laughed and watched the windows open and close. This place was special to him. It was where he found out the truth.

“Sirius Black is not a killer, Cedric.” Harry told him in a soft voice. “Peter Pettigrew was Ron’s rat, Scabbers. He was the one who sold my parents to Voldemort and framed my Godfather for the murders of those innocent people.”

Why had he just said that? Cedric was going to think him mad now.

Cedric narrowed his eyes. “You mean the guy who they only found the finger of?”

Harry nodded and slowly left the room to explore some more. “Sirius can turn into a large black dog. He dragged Ron all the way here through the entrance in the Whomping Willow last year. That was when I found out the truth.”

Cedric was right behind him. He did not want Harry to wonder around by himself and he did not want to be alone in this spooky place.

“Snape came running along and he fucked up everything.” He snarled, walking up the steps. “He’s the reason that murdering bastard got away from me.”

Cedric was shocked. He had no idea that Harry had such secrets. It made him feel all warm and even more special. Harry was opening up to him. He was confiding in him.

“This is the room it all went down in,” Harry told him, pointing around. “This is where Remus and Sirius told me everything. There is where I nearly…and over there’s the wall Hermione sent Snape flying into.”

Cedric pulled Harry back against him, wrapping his arms around him. He didn’t know what to say. How could he understand such pain?

“I’m here,” Cedric said, lightly squeezing him. “Talk to me. Let it out. I’ll listen to you, Harry.”

“I didn’t want to do this,” Harry said, leaning back into that warm embrace. “I wanted to bring you here to have fun.”

“I’m your boyfriend, Harry,” Cedric whispered, kissing his left ear. “You can tell me anything.”

“I don’t want to scare you away,” Harry said, pulling away, but Cedric wouldn’t let him.

“I love you, Harry,” Cedric told him, point blank. “You can tell me anything and it will not make me stop loving you…I might kill the person you cheat on me with…but I won’t stop loving you.”

Harry snorted. He would never cheat on Cedric. He would rather stick a fork in his eye and give it a good twirl before ever doing such a thing.

“I was going to kill him,” Harry whispered ever so softly, looking at the man size hole in the all. “I was going to kill them both before Peter was forced to reveal himself.”

Cedric listened, holding him tight.

“I was going to kill that fucking rat bastard,” Harry hissed, squeezing his eyes shut. “I see the Killing Curse in my dreams and I knew I could have cast it in that moment. It was on the tip of my tongue. I wanted him to die for the life he caused me to have to live…but I showed him mercy.”

“You’re not a killer, Harry,” Cedric said, gently turning him around to face him. “You’re a good person. By showing him mercy, proves that.”

“He’s caused me so much pain, Cedric,” he hissed, tear falling from his eye. “He’s out there right now, laughing at me for being weak.”

“You’re not weak, Harry,” Cedric told him, wiping the tear away with his thumb. “You have a heart. You put others before yourself. You’re a very strong person. That’s what I know.”

The rocking chair suddenly came into the room, rocked around them three times, and rocked right back out the door that shut after it. The two young men just blinked. That was totally random.

“What was that about,” Cedric asked.

“It was a sign,” Harry told him. “We’re going to grow old together and rock like that someday.”

Cedric laughed and kissed his cheek. “Do you feel a little better now?”

Harry nodded his head and then frowned.

“What is it?” Cedric asked in concern.

Harry looked up at him, asking, “Where’s our bags?”

Cedric blinked. “Oh, shit!”

The two of them took off racing out of the room and down the steps to see some unusual black and yellow socks go walking by.

“Hey!” Cedric snapped, pointing at them. “Come back here! Those belong on my feet!”

Harry took off chasing after his shirt. Apparently ghosts didn’t like candy. It was all still in the bags.

“You’re getting them all dirty!” Cedric whined, running after them.

Harry snorted, catching his shirt. The shack was having fun with them. It was not everyday it got such fun visitors.

“No!” Cedric wailed like a siren. “Not in the fireplace!”

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The two of them were making their way back to the castle and Cedric was pouting something fierce. His strange and unusual socks were now strange and unusually ruined. His feet were going to freeze off in the winter now. Normal socks just didn’t cut it.

Harry could not help but laugh at him. He had had so much fun chasing after them. Not only did he get a lot off his chest but he got a descent workout, too.

Cedric had cheered him up and his frantic antics about his socks had cracked him the hell up. Cedric could be funny as hell. He still had soot on his nose and cheeks where the socks had smacked him.

The two of them kissed in front of the Great Hall and ran off in different directions. They had to get ready for the ceremony. They had an hour to hop to it.

The portrait of the Fat Lady swung open and he raced inside to find that it was busy as hell. There was no sign of Ron or Hermione. He didn’t see Neville or Ginny either. For some odd reason the twins had white hair and beards. What the hell happened to them? They looked absolutely ridiculous.

He raced up to his room to find Ron lying on his bed, snoring. He wondered how it had gone with Krum.

He put his bags down on his own bed, walking over to wake Ron up. His hair was a fiery mess.

“So,” Harry asked, folding his arms. “How did it go?”

Ron’s eyes went all dreamy and he blushed.

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The Goblet of Fire was burning with its cold sapphire flame as everyone gathered into the Great Hall for the drawing of the three champions. It was noisy and there were many excited voices.

Harry stood with Ron and Hermione on either side of him. Neville and Ginny were right behind them.

Professor Dumbledore came walking out, wearing a beautiful black robe with silver moons all over it. They looked to actually be twinkling. All fell silent when he stepped up to the goblet. He looked to be waiting for something to happen.

Harry gazed over to see that Cedric was looking right at the Goblet of Fire with intense smoky gray eyes. He turned to look at the gaudy piece of junk and told it exactly what he was going to do to it if it picked Cedric to be a champion. He was not going to be happy, that was for damn sure.

Ron looked at Krum who was standing beside Professor Karkaroff. He looked to be filled with a burning anticipation.

The intense look on Krum’s rugged face made him sigh. He had showed Krum around the school in what little time they had, and he had had lots of fun doing it. The two of them had laughed and joked about lots of things. It was nice to see how normal Krum actually was. He could not wait to cheer if Krum was picked.

Harry turned to look at Hermione who smiled at him. He was a fucking nervous wreck. Was he having a panic attack?

Suddenly, the sapphire blue flame began to blaze a glaring ruby red. A bunch of sparks shot out and a flaming piece of paper come flying out of the flames for Dumbledore to snatch. He looked at the name and smiled.

“The champion of Durmstrang,” he said, looking at the small group of Bulgarians, “Is Viktor Krum!”

Everyone started to clap and cheer. Ron went crazy. He was whistling and clapping.

Professor Karkaroff slapped Krum on the back, telling him well done. Krum looked very pleased.

Harry clapped and looked at Cedric who was doing the same. His handsome face looked so intense.

Ruby red flames shot out of the cup once more and Dumbledore caught the parchment. Harry’s heart skipped a beat as he watched him look at the name. Dumbledore looked to Madam Maxime.

“The champion of Beauxbatons is the lovely Fleur Delacour,” he announced.

More cheers and echoes filled the hall. The young woman was very beautiful. She looked so smug about it to. How could the cup not choose her? She was wonderful and so modest, too.

Harry’s knees were trembling and Hermione and Ron looked at him in concern. He looked as white as paper. All those foreboding feelings were rising to the surface. He looked at the damn goblet, screaming for it to choose someone other than Cedric in his mind.

Scarlet hues of flame erupted from the cup and a piece of parchment fluttered down for Dumbledore to snatch. He looked at the name and Harry’s heart sank.

“The champion of Hogwarts is…CEDRIC DIGGORY!”

The whole hall exploded into cheers and whistles. Cedric was surrounded by all the Hufflepuffs who were chanting his name. It went of forever. People were screaming and cheering their heads off.

He was smiling so big. Another one of his dreams had come true. He was Hogwarts’ champion.

He looked at Harry and winked before being whisked away after the other champions. He was so excited.

Harry clapped and cheered his name, realizing that he was backing up, so he could hide behind a pillar. His heart was racing and he wanted to scream. That fucking cup was so scrap metal.

“Harry?” Hermione asked in concern. “What is it?”

Ron came over with Ginny and Neville to ask what the matter was, too. He was about to tell them when the sapphire blue flames turned an even darker shade of red.

Everyone turned to see another small piece of paper shoot out from the goblet and Dumbledore snatched it. He held it in his hands and looked the name over in shock. What the…

He looked up, blue eyes not twinkling, searching. “Harry Potter.”

All was silent.

Harry peeked around the pillar, looking at him in confusion. “Huh?”

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PRESENT

One – nothing wrong with me
Two – nothing wrong with me
Three – nothing wrong with me
Four – nothing wrong with me
One – something’s got to give
Two – something’s got to give
Three – something’s got to give
NOW!

--Drowning Pool

Harry walked down the long hallway behind Myrtle, listening to the sound of the storm outside. She seemed to be leading him north.

He glided up a spiraling staircase that was decorated with moons and stars, all silver and gold. Myrtle was silent the entire time. She had told him all that she felt was safe to tell him. The rest would be up to the professor that charged her.

“You will enter through that trapdoor, Harry.” She told him, as thunder echoed above them.

Harry floated past her with a nod and up through the trapdoor as if it was an illusion. She watched him vanish and lowered her head. Perhaps she should speak to Cho Chang when next she saw her.

She zoomed off down the stairs, heading back to her bathroom. Her job had been completed. She had more reading to do.

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The circular room was warm and it was lit with pale blue light. There was a warm fire burning in the fireplace and the room smelled of something sweet. Candles were lit in the windows and lightning danced in the clouds on the other side of their glow.

It looked to be a classroom designed for comfort. He liked it for some reason. What was that sweet smell?

“Oh, such pain,” a wispy voice cooed from the shadows.

Harry moved forward, hair billowing around his face like dark wings. “You know my pain?”

Professor Trelawney stepped out of the shadows to smile sadly at him. She was doing her best to not be consumed by his rage and scream for him. She merely nodded her head.

He followed her gaze to a large crystal ball setting atop a table. It looked as though it were filled with a silver storm.

He glided towards it like a graceful dancer walking atop deadly ocean breakers to gaze inside. There were the same dancing figures. It was him and the young man from the mirror.

“I want to help you, Harry.” She told him, stepping over to him. “I want to help you remember that which you’ve forgotten.”

“What is his name?” Harry asked, realizing that he had failed to ask Myrtle.

“You wouldn’t be able to understand me if I said it or wrote it down.” She told him. “You have a charm on you, preventing me from doing so, my dear.”

His emerald green eyes filled with a deadly blaze. Who would dare put a spell on him? He spun around with a hiss. That foolish old man! Had he done this to him? Was he the reason for his pain?

“Take a seat,” Harry.” She calmly told him, even though she could feel his anger was growing by the second. He had such control of it on the outside.

“What are you going to do?” He asked her, taking a seat in front of the silver glow.

She took her seat and looked across at him. His terrible beauty was so cold and sharp, she dare not touch him. She was afraid she might get frostbite or cut to pieces.

She told him to gaze into the orb and tell her what he saw. He did as she told him because she seemed to be the only one who would give him answers.

He told her that he was seeing a forest and he was enveloped in a halo of golden sunlight. The extremely handsome young man was chasing him and they were both laughing. It was making him smile. He looked so happy.

“I see it,” Harry hissed. “But I don’t remember it.”

“Your memories were buried, Harry, not forgotten.” She said, gazing into the orb. “Then they were taken from you.”

He suddenly cocked his head to the side, glaring at her. He looked back into the orb and blinked.

She put a hand to her breast and trembled. His beautiful hands had suddenly grown into glistening sliver talons that could tear flesh from bone.

He rose to his feet as thunder boomed above. Lightning flashed outside the window.

“They would dare?” He snarled, descending through the floor. “They lied to me!”

Professor Trelawney jumped to her feet, but he was already gone. She looked into the orb to see that Professor Snape was removing Harry’s hidden memories, putting them into glass vials.

She slowly went to the window and looked out. This storm was nothing compared to the one that was about to occur within.

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“You’re Dark Majesty,” Peeves said with a bow, only for Harry to race right through him, disappearing through another wall.

He turned around and quickly took off to get the Headmaster. Something was not right.

When Peeves got worried…that meant all should be worried. When Chaos was spooked about something not being right…it was time to run, hide, and pray that the Big Bad doesn’t find you.

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Harry ran through the door and was now standing in Professor Snape’s office. He looked around and spotted the cabinet that the orb had showed him. It contained all of his stolen memories.

His anger was making everything in the room rattle. He jumped across the room with a hiss, ripping the cabinet door off its hinges. Whatever spell or curse had it locked, shocked his deadly talons, but that was it.

Inside were many bottles that contained liquid blue lights. These were his precious memories. His eyes clouded over with blind rage and hate.

“Mr. Potter,” a silky voice snapped from the door. “What are you doing? Please, step away from those.”

“They belong to me,” Harry snarled like a large cat of prey. “You stole them from me!”

“I’m only going to ask you once more,” Snape told him, going for his wand. “Please step away from the cabinet, Potter.”

In the blink of an eye, Harry was standing right in front of him, grinning with a mouthful of sharp moonlit fangs. He punched Snape right in the gut, sending him flying out the door to land in the hall with a smack. The door slammed shut.

He glided back over to the cabinet only for the door behind him to suddenly shatter into a violent storm of splinters for Dumbledore to stroll in. The old man fired a spell at him and Harry literally bitch slapped the red beam aside as if it were a pillow. It struck a wall, causing a violet explosion.

“Don’t stand in my way!” Harry yelled at him, hissing in warning. “I’m warning you!”

He was struck in the side of the face by a blue beam of light. His vision blurred and he fell to his knees. The room was spinning round him.

It was Professor McGonagall, stepping from the green flames in the fireplace, wand on him.

“Harry,” Dumbledore said, holding his wand on him. “You must calm down. You’re not yourself.”

Harry gracefully stumbled to his feet, leaning back against the cabinet. He glared at the two of them with acid green eyes.

“You lied to me,” Harry said, his gorgeous garnet lips pouting. “How can I trust you? I saw him! I saw him! GODSDAMN YOU ALL!”

“No, Harry!” Dumbledore shouted. “You mustn’t let this curse control you!”

Harry threw his head back and he howled with insane laughter as he pushed the cabinet over. Glass shattered all around his feet. Sparkling blue beams of light began to swirl around him in dance.

“Minerva!” Dumbledore shouted as Remus and Sirius ran in. “We have to form a circle!”

Harry fell to his knees as memories snaked their way back in through his glowing green scar that burned like acid. Glowing green sparks of lightning flashed from the corners of his eyes.

A golden bubble began to encase him and he fell flat on his back, trying to scream as the memories assaulted his mind.

“Professor,” Harry cried in agony. “I hurt! I hurt! Help me! Make it stop! Make him stop laughing!”

Dumbledore fought to keep his vision from blurring by tears. He sliced his palm open with a spell and touched the golden bubble. A pulse went out from him and gave the bubble power to hold that which was within.

Harry screamed. “I’ll kill him! I’ll fucking kill him! I’ll fucking kill them all! I know their faces! I see them all! Wormtail killed him! That fucking snake ordered it!”

He floated up in the blue swirls within the golden globe, laughing with pure, untainted, hatred. His whole being was changing.

His flesh was glowing like a molten white flame with pearly luster. The clothing was melting from his ethereal body. That long dark hair was only growing longer and longer.

“Cedric,” Harry screamed in agony as his head was thrown back.

Liquid darkness began to pool and take shape around his lithe body like a gown of glistening onyx spider webs. It hissed like silk and yet it flowed around him like water.

“Cedric!” He cried, head being thrown forward.

His ears were growing sharp and pointy, like the Sidhe. Those beautiful hands growing longer and longer, into deadly silver talons that glistened with moonfire.

“Hold it!” Dumbledore cried, pouring all the energy he had into the bubble.

“Professor Dumbledore!” Harry wailed, “Why isn’t he getting up? Make Cedric get up! Make him!”

Professor McGonagall tore her eyes away from the hideous beauty before her eyes and slit her own palm with a curse. She put it to the orb and a pulse went out from her. It glowed with even more gold.

Molten green jewels snapped open and they glowed like the vault of heaven. They burned with pain, fury, and a hate that ran so deep, it passed up hell. His long hair billowed like great storm clouds as he punched the barrier with all his might.

It cracked.

“Remus, Sirius, help us!” Dumbledore shouted. “If he gets free, he’ll kill everything in his path!”

“CEDRIC!” Harry screamed, scratching at the barrier, snarling in rage. “I’M GOING TO KILL THEM ALL! LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

Remus and Sirius both slit their palms and put them to the cracked shield. Harry shrieked in fury when the pulse knocked him back.

Snape limped in and did the same.

“Now,” Dumbledore yelled. “We need to calm him down!”

Harry was laughing and it was soulless and empty. “I’m going to kill them all…I’m going to rip out their guts with my pinky and drag them around as they scream for mercy.”

“Harry,” Dumbledore tried.

“I screamed for mercy!” Harry shouted. “Not Cedric, not Cedric, please not Cedric! I FUCKING BEGGED THOSE MONSTERS! LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”

“We can’t do that, Harry,” Dumbledore told him calmly.

“Please,” Harry cooed, scratching at the barrier, sadness radiating from him in waves, sorrow drowning them. “I just want Cedric. He’s all I want. GIVE HIM BACK!”

He punched the barrier again, hissing his fury like lightning.

“What are you going to do?” Sirius asked. “We can’t keep this up forever.”

“He’s right,” Harry cackled with madness. “I am beauty and power damned with immortality…or so the dead tell me.”

Remus looked at him and Harry grinned, all of his teeth growing into deadly fangs. They looked like razor sharp moonbeams.

“Dumbledore’s world is falling down, falling down, falling down…” Harry threw his head back and laughed, only to smack the barrier again. “LET ME OUT! LET ME KILL THEM ALL! I WILL KILL THEM ALL! I WILL SQUEEZE THEIR NECKS UNTIL THEY POP OFF!”

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore. “What are we going to do?’

Harry sneered at them with pure venom. “I can see you sweating. Oh, just you wait until I get free. I was going to let you all live…but now…I’m not so sure.”

“Why isn’t he screaming?” Remus asked.

Harry snorted. “Oh, that’s too easy. I want to hear you all beg me for your lives…like I begged for Cedric’s. I’m saving my true rage for the one who deserves it most.”

That made the wolf pale.

“ENOUGH!” Dumbledore bellowed, the shield shocking Harry. “You’re going to calm down right now, Harry. CEDRIC IS DEAD! THERE IS NO BRINGING HIM BACK! HE’S GONE!”

Harry’s eyes widened and he started to shake. “You would dare…”

“None of these people are at fault, Harry,” Dumbledore tried to reason with him. “Voldemort, Wormtail, and the Deatheaters are at fault here.”

“I don’t care,” Harry whispered. “I have no use for anyone if Cedric can’t be with me.”

“Harry,” Sirius snapped. “Think about Charlie, Molly, Ron, Hermione, Ginny.”

Tears streamed from Harry’s molten green pools. His sobs were like the loneliest of places. “I just want Cedric. He’s all I want. GIVE HIM BACK!”

“HARRY!” Dumbledore yelled.

Harry fell to his knees, sobs wracking his body. “I was so happy. He was my everything and more. HE WAS STOLEN FROM ME! HE’S MINE AND I WANT HIM BACK!”

He smacked the barrier once more and it shattered in golden fragments. Everyone was blasted back, falling to the ground.

Harry stood there in all his hate and all his pain and it was glorious. Tears streamed from his eyes and he fled through a wall.

“HARRY!” Dumbledore and Sirius cried at the same time.

He was gone.

TBC…

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Flora.

Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. I love them so much. If you all think that Harry has snapped…you haven’t read anything yet. Oh, this poor boy has snapped that rubber band into ash.