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 Sixteen

Harry stood in the soft light with a heavy silence hanging all around him. There were so many eyes looking right at him and he didn’t know why.

Dumbledore had just called his name out and he wondered why. What in the hell had he done now?

Those blue eyes were burning into him and there was not a twinkle in sight. They looked almost angry.

Students with questioning gazes parted before him in stunning silence as he walked forward. Malfoy caught his eye and he looked to be seething with unbridled rage.

Dumbledore pointed to a door that he had watched Cedric walk through and he looked at the Headmaster with questioning eyes. He honestly had no clue what was going on.

All of the students were whispering but he couldn’t make anything out. What in the world was going on?

“Through those doors, Harry,” Dumbledore told him, smile not present at all.

Harry walked by the Goblet of Fire, slapping it off the stand before he thought. It hit the floor with a deafening clang and shocked gasps followed as he walked through the doors.

Krum, Fleur, and Cedric were standing in front of a grand fireplace. The three of them looked absolutely stunning with the flames for their background.

Fleur was tall and graceful with her long hair that looked like streams of molten silver. Krum looked rugged and fierce…Cedric outshone them both. He was simply the best and that was all Harry had to say about that.

The door closed behind him and all three turned around to look at him. Fleur had a look of minor annoyance on her face for some reason.

“Harry,” Cedric grinned, walking over to hug him. “What are you doing here? Do they want us to come back out? I got picked! I really got picked!”

Harry shook his head, giving him a small smile. In all honesty, he had no idea why he was here.

“Dumbledore called my name for some reason,” Harry told him, holding his offered hand. “He told me to come here with a very stern voice.”

“Your hands are like ice, Harry,” Cedric told him, leading him over to the fire, massaging his frigid hands. He wondered what this could be about. Maybe Dumbledore knew they went to the Shrieking Shack and was angry about it.

“Are you feeling all right, Harry?” Krum asked him. “You look very pale.”

Harry nodded his head. “I’m fine. Ron said that he had fun.”

The Bulgarian lowered his head and smiled. That was good news. He liked Ron. The redhead had a very entertaining temper.

Ron had asked him what it was like going to an All Boy’s school and he had told him that it was very stressful.

“What is zis,” Fleur asked with some slight distaste, “Boyz gone wild?”

Harry looked at the beautiful young woman and he must have given her a look because she slightly blushed. He did not know if he liked her or not.

“Boys gone vild,” Krum asked in confusion. “V’at is that?”

Fleur shrugged her slender shoulders. “I am not sure. It fit ze moment.”

Cedric ignored her and gently caressed Harry’s cheek that reminded him of silky smooth porcelain. Krum was right. Harry was very pale. Why was Harry called to come in here? What was going on out there?

Krum moved a little closer to Harry and whispered in a low voice. “Are you two…?”

Cedric nodded his head and Krum hid his frown. He had hoped that the two of them were just really good friends. Going to an All Boy’s school had really helped him to appreciate the male anatomy.

“Does Ron like me, Harry?” Krum asked him.

Harry turned to look up into his eyes, giving him a soft smile. “Why don’t you ask him?”

Cedric watched Krum bite his bottom lip. He looked to be kind of nervous around Harry for some reason. He put his other hand on Harry’s shoulder, just to confirm that Harry was completely off limits.

“I don’t know how,” Krum told him honestly. “I get very nervous.”

“Just ask,” Fleur said with a sigh, walking over to them. “I plan on azking Draco.”

“Don’t,” Krum told her. “The boy is mad.”

Harry could not help but smile. Krum must have seen through Malfoy’s façade.

“He likes you, Krum.” Harry told him, making the Bulgarian smile. “He wears his heart on his sleeve, so be careful with him.”

Cedric and Fleur both heard the implied threat, but Krum didn’t. Fleur was comparing the two’s physical mass and was actually beginning to wonder if this little boy was more than he seemed.

Krum nodded his head. “He reminds me of me.”

Suddenly the double doors opened, Dumbledore raced in, flying the down the steps, and took a hold of Harry by the shoulders. Harry was completely bewildered.

“Did you put your name in the goblet, Harry?” Dumbledore asked, giving him a good shake. “Well, did you?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I didn’t, Professor.”

Cedric was shocked. Why was the Headmaster manhandling his boyfriend? What about the goblet? Harry had not put his name in it.

“Did you have an older student put your name in the goblet for you, Harry?” Dumbledore asked, hands squeezing him.

Harry shook his head and then his green eyes widened. “Are you saying my name came out of the goblet?”

A loud voice suddenly roared, “WHAT??!”

Harry gasped. It had been Cedric and he turned to see that he looked pissed as hell.

“How can zis be?” Fleur asked in confusion. “’Ogwarts cannot ‘ave two champions. It is not fair.”

“The little brat is lying,” Karkaroff snarled, racing down the steps in a fit.

“Ah, but of course ‘e is lying.” Madam Maxime hissed, walking down the stairs, bitch slapping a stray floating candle out of her face.

“I am not!” Harry snapped. “I did not put my name in the goblet and I did not have anyone else do it either!”

“Always breaking the rules, eh, Potter?” Snape smiled as if Christmas had come early. “Now you’ve gotten yourself into a fix you can’t get yourself out of.”

He was coming down the steps with Moody who was looking just as angry. He looked like he wanted to smash something…or push Snape down the steps.

“’E cannot compete in the tournament, Dumbly-door,” Madam Maxime said. “It is not fair.”

Karkaroff nodded his slimy head.

“Compete?” Cedric asked. “Harry is too young. He does not have the experience that we do. He could really get himself hurt or worse.”

Krum second that.

“I didn’t do anything.” Harry told them all again.

“Then why did your name come out of the goblet?” Snape asked.

“I don’t know,” Harry told him. “Why don’t you ask it?”

Moody snorted. Snape glared.

“We will do it again,” Madam Maxime said. “The students shall reenter zen.”

“We can’t,” Moody growled in his deep voice, taking a sip from his flask. “The goblet will not reignite until the next tournament.”

“Then we shall draw names from a damn hat,” Karkaroff hissed.

“The Goblet of Fire is binding.” Moody told them all again. “What’s done is done.”

Cedric shook his head. “I will not let Harry compete. These trials will be too dangerous. He does not have the experience he needs in order to complete them safely.”

“You don’t have a say in the matter, Mr. Diggory,” Moody growled.

“I’m his boyfriend!” Cedric yelled without thinking. “I will not allow him to get hurt because of someone’s stupid and cruel prank!”

One could have heard a pin drop and Harry turned to look at him. “You believe me?”

Cedric nodded his head. “Harry’s done nothing wrong. He’s telling the truth.”

“Oh, how do ‘oo know?” Madam Maxime hissed. “You defend him because e’s your boyfriend.”

“Then get the fucking Veritaserum!” Harry shouted, his patience snapping. “I have nothing to hide!”

All was shocked into silence once more. Krum actually snorted.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. “Language, Harry.”

“Sorry,” Harry said, looking a little embarrassed that he had let that word slip.

Cedric pulled him back to stand with him.

“Zis is not fair!” Fleur yelled. “We ‘ave waited weeks and weeks for zis! People would kill for a chance at zis!”

“Perhaps someone would like for Potter to be killed?” Moody suggested.

“Ridiculous!” Karkaroff yelled, looming over Moody. “The brat found a way around Dumbledore’s line. He just wants to show off.”

Snape coldly chuckled. “Oh, if you only knew…”

“Harry is not like that.” Krum voiced.

“Silence, Krum!” Karkaroff ordered. “You do not know this boy.”

“Zen what are we to do?” Madam Maxime asked, putting a big hand on Fleur’s shoulder. “Zis is not fair for us, Dumbly-door. ‘Ogwarts cannot ‘ave two champions.”

“What is so great about this stupid tournament anyway?” Harry asked, anger taking over again. “Why is it worth risking death?”

Dumbledore looked at him.

“I’ll give you the thousand galleons and I’ll even get you a big trophy with whatever you want on it.” Harry told Cedric, squeezing his arms. “You don’t have to do this, Cedric.”

“The Goblet of Fire is a binding contract,” Moody told them yet again. “Once your name has been chosen, there is no backing out, Mr. Potter.”

“I didn’t put my damn name in to begin with!” Harry yelled, head pounding like a drum. “That damn piece of scrap metal can be tossed into the lake for all I care!”

“’E is so verbal,” Fleur said, curling a long strand of silver hair around her finger. Oh, she was pissed. She wanted that prize money and now Hogwarts had double the chance of winning it. Hell, the two boys could aid each other and split the prize money fifty-fifty.

“I willingly put my name in, Harry.” Cedric told him. “I can’t quit. I don’t want to. I’m sorry.”

“You can’t quit either, Harry.” Dumbledore regrettably told him, touching his own chest as if feeling something. “I’m sorry, but according the rules…you will have to compete as well.”

The room erupted into verbal demands and cries for a redraw.

Dumbledore took charge and told them all what was. It was obvious that Harry could not have tricked the Goblet of Fire. It was too powerful of a magical artifact to allow that. He would have to possess really powerful magic in order to do that.

“We will look into this, Harry.” Dumbledore told him. “And we will find out who did this.”

“And when you do,” Harry hissed. “I want to ram my wand up his or her…and fire a couple curses!”

Cedric had to look away in order to hide his smile. In a scary way…he could see Harry doing just as he said.

Krum was thinking about how he never wanted to piss the smaller teen off. These English folk were all crazy.

Madam Maxime led a pouting Fleur from the room, glaring daggers at Harry. Such things should never be uttered in the presence of refined ladies.

“Come along, Krum,” Karkaroff ordered, robes swishing.

Krum gave Harry and Cedric small nods before following after his Headmaster. He liked Harry and believed him. He did not seem like the type of person who would lie about something as serious as this.

Dumbledore told Snape and Moody to head to his office. They were to have a meeting.

He turned to his two champions and hid his smile. Here was something that the world needed more of.

He told them that they needed to head back to their houses but he knew they wouldn’t. So, he simply left them where they were to talk. He made his way to his office, gripping his lost lover’s ring through his robes.

“You smacked the goblet off the stand in front of everyone?” Cedric asked him in shock. “They’ll be talking about that for weeks.”

Harry shrugged. “I think I’m having some anger issues.”

Cedric snorted and pulled Harry to him, holding him in his arms. “I’m really pissed, Harry.”

“You don’t look it,” Harry told him.

“It’s a calm pissed,” Cedric said. “The kind of pissed you can’t see until it’s over and you’re picking your teeth up off the floor.”

Harry looked up at him, eyes watering. “Are you mad at me?”

Cedric shook his head and kissed his scar. It made Harry shiver.

Cedric smiled as he nuzzled the lightning bolt with his bottom lip. Harry’s legs were becoming like jelly. If Cedric didn’t have his arms around him, he would have fallen at his feet.

“I’m just pissed at who did this to you,” Cedric growled low in his throat.

“I refuse to compete against you, Cedric.” Harry moaned, hands holding tight to Cedric’s robes.

He laid Harry back onto the sofa, looming above him. The fire was making shadows play round.

Harry shivered again. Cedric was so tall, handsome, and strong. He loved the way the shadows emphasized his features.

Cedric gazed down into those magical green eyes. Harry was so beautiful when he was breathless. He could feel his desire for the young teen making him grow and harden.

“I love a challenge, Harry.” Cedric joked, leaning down, nibbling a sensitive earlobe.

The smell of jasmine seemed to assault Harry and he breathed it in. He pulled Cedric down so that he could feel his weight on top of him.

A smile crossed his face. He could feel Cedric’s desire for him and it was mutual.

His hand snaked down and his hand cupped Cedric’s blossoming stem. Cedric moaned and he gazed into those molten green eyes.

“Harry?” He asked in shock, smoky eyes heated with want.

Harry began to gently rub and Cedric had to bite his lower lip. He had Cedric let him up and he pushed the bigger teen back down onto the sofa.

Cedric looked up at the dark beauty and took slow breaths. His heart was racing a million miles an hour. Harry looked so wild and wonderful.

Harry spread Cedric’s muscular athletic legs apart and knelt down on his knees between his powerful thighs. He began to undo Cedric’s belt only for Cedric to stop him.

“What are you doing, Harry?” He asked him.

“I don’t know.” Harry smiled at him. “But I like it.”

He had Cedric move his hands and he undid his belt, slowly pulling his black pants and boxers down, revealing the blushing rose sprouting up from a golden brown bush.

“Harry…” Cedric tried. “Someone could walk in.”

Harry shushed him with a look.

Cedric shivered under Harry’s experimental hands. Harry had no idea what he was doing, but it was fun watching Cedric’s face. He lowered his head and Cedric nearly cried out when that scorching hot tongue…

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Harry was slowly making his way back to his house. He could still taste Cedric on his tongue. He had tasted so sweet. It reminded him of apple cider.

He loved Cedric so much. The two of them had kissed until they got lightheaded.

He giggled and danced around in circles as the staircase moved for him. He could still feel Cedric’s hands on his head, and hear his sexy whimpers. It had made him quiver with delight.

Suddenly he spun around when a hand tapped him on the shoulder. There was nobody there. What the hell?

He jumped when Ron suddenly appeared before him, taking off his invisibility cloak.

“Don’t get mad,” Ron quickly said, handing him the robe. “Viktor wanted to see me?”

“I’m not mad,” Harry hissed. “You only nearly gave me a heart attack!”

Ron nodded. “So, what happened to you? Why is your hair messed up like that for? Did you and Cedric get into it?”

Harry pulled him over into the shadows and told him everything…well, not everything. He didn’t want to give Ron any ideas.

“I believe you, Harry.” Ron told him. “Why on earth would you enter and risk beating your boyfriend?”

“Exactly,” Harry told him and then frowned. “Huh?”

Ron snorted. “Viktor told me the details. I can’t believe you slapped the goblet like that though. I thought Fred and George were going to die from laughing.”

“I was confused and angry…I did it before I thought.” Harry told him. “So…what did Viktor want?”

Ron blushed and wanted to hide his face. “He said that he would like to hang out more and get to know me.”

Harry made kissing noises at him and Ron punched him the arm. It made him laugh. Ron was blushing too hard. Had Krum kissed him on the cheek?

He followed after Ron through the portrait hole into the common room. It was empty. He had not realized that it was so late. He was surprised that nobody was up, ready to confront him. Were they all waiting to ambush him tomorrow?

Ron walked over and leaned against the back of the sofa in front of the fireplace only to jump when he heard a gasp of pleasure come from behind him. He bounced over to stand beside Harry whose wand was all aglow.

“Hermione,” Harry asked, seeing her frizzier than normal hair.

She looked at him in shock. “Harry!”

“Ginny!” Ron snapped.

She poked her head up. “Ron!”

Just then someone else’s head popped up and Ron shouted at the same time as Harry.

“Neville!”

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Present

Harry was standing in front of the pink glass mirror with his arms wrapped around himself. His smoky black locks coiled and curled around his moon glowing face like slithering serpents.

He gazed into Cedric’s smiling face, whispering his name like a lonely wind at sea. The image of Cedric squeezed his reflection and rested his chin on top of his head.

Molten emerald gemstones burned and wept tears of silver fire. A person should drop dead the moment their hearts are shattered. How could one come back from losing true and absolute love?

The ethereal and haunted creature being held in Cedric’s arms was a complete and total stranger to Harry. He did not even recognize himself at all. His beauty would make a veela look like a withered old crone.

He looked at his demonic talons and cringed. They scared him…he wanted them dripping with blood, too. He longed to use them on the ones who have caused him such pain.

“You’re mine,” he told the image of Cedric in the mirror. “You belong to me.”

Cedric’s image gave him a big goofy grin and Harry fell to his knees, spider silk garment hissing all around him. He put his talons over his mouth to muffle his screams.

His heart beat with nothing but pain and it pumped acidic hate through his veins. Those blazing green eyes burned with shadows of vengeance.

He could hear Cedric’s soft whispers echoing throughout the hall. They were calling to him like the shore does the tide.

He gazed back into the mirror to see that Cedric was kneeling beside him with his big hands on his shoulders, comforting him. He couldn’t stay here any longer. It was too painful for him. The longing for those touches to be real was driving him mad.

“I love you,” he said, stumbling to his feet, only to freeze. There was someone in here with him.

He closed his eyes and fought to calm himself. He wished he had Cedric’s calm. Cedric had always been the one to cool his raging flame.

“Come out,” his beautiful voice echoed. “I know you’re there. I can taste your pain on my tongue. It’s yummy by the way.”

“I had a feeling that you would return to the mirror, Harry,” Professor Trelawney told him, stepping out from behind a crystal pillar. “I’m so sorry, Harry, but the Headmaster is right.”

Harry’s nostrils flared and he spun around with such supernatural grace, it stunned her. His beauty was so dark and terrifying, it nearly blinded her.

“How dare you,” he hissed, flexing his stunning talons. “He betrayed me!”

“Your rage would have killed your friends, Harry,” she told him, hands on her slender hips. “You would have sliced them into bloody pieces if Dumbledore had not intervened.”

He closed his eyes and could see their scared and worried faces. They moved him not.

Glistening black spider silk billowed all around his lithe frame as he glided across the crystal floor to stand before her. The pain that radiated off of him in waves nearly choked her. His eyes led to a tortured soul that was drowning in sorrow, loneliness, pain, hate, and a thirst for vengeance.

“All I want is Cedric,” Harry whispered, eyes slowly filling with a crazed madness. “He’s all I want.”

“Harry,” Trelawney cooed, trying to comfort him.

“I’m breaking up, falling apart,” he cackled, spinning away from her in hissing circles of spiraling black silk. “I’m shattering into teeny tiny pieces and falling down, down, down.”

“You’re not, Harry,” she told him.

“Yes, I am!” He shouted, stomping a sharp booted foot. “Without Cedric, I’m just…”

He started laughing and it was something nobody in their right mind would ever want to hear in the light or the dark. It had goose bumps breaking out all over her body.

He turned back to the mirror and his crazed laughter melted into painful sobs that wracked his whole frame. How could this be allowed to happen to him? He had been so happy.

“Stop it!” Harry cried out, his beautiful voice scalding Trelawney like boiling water. “Stop pretending to be here! Quit mocking me with your fake caresses!”

He raced forward and rammed his fist into the Mirror of Love with all his fury. A shocked gasp escaped him when a blinding pink light struck him like a bolt of lightning.

It sent him flying backwards in a hiss of spiraling silk. His back struck a crystal pillar with a thud and he fell to the floor with an echoing smack.

Trelawney raced over to his side in horror and knelt down. She carefully rolled him over, placing his head in her lap.

“Not Cedric, not Cedric, please not Cedric.” He was whispering over and over, eyes closed, whimpering when she ran her jeweled fingers through his feathery soft locks that were extremely long. Each curly strand was glistening like onyx in the light.

He opened his brilliant green eyes, moon glowing tears streaming from their corners. Red lips all aglow like shimmering garnets.

“He promised he would run,” Harry whispered, hiding his heartbreaking face in his talons, trembling in her lap. “Why did he not keep his promise?”

She looked up at the mirror to see that it was completely untouched. Her heart ached for him.

“He loved you, Harry.” She told him, tucking a coiling strand of hair behind his long pointy ear. “Hold on to his love. Let it warm your heart.”

“I want him back,” Harry whispered, pain stabbing him. “I’ll do anything to have him in my arms again.”

Trelawney softly smiled down at him. He was Sorrowful Beauty personified.

“Can you stand up, Harry?” She asked him and he rose up with fluid grace.

He nodded his head, black silk fanning out as he got to his booted feet. He gazed at the mirror to see Cedric smiling back at him. His bottom lip trembled like the last leaf on a tree.

“Take my hand, Harry.” She told him, holding it out for him to take.

His silver talons began to shimmer and melted away to be beautiful smooth hands once more. He gently took her hand and she led him out of the crystal hall through a wooden door that appeared from out of nowhere for the two of them.

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Dumbledore was seated at his desk with his head resting back against the chair. His head was pounding and his tired body ached.

When that bubble had been shattered, he had been certain they were all going to die. Harry had looked so crazed and feral.

He had put the Hogwarts ghosts to work on finding him. He had called off the search the instant Trelawney had flooed him. He had a ton of questions for her, too.

Sirius, Remus, Moody, and McGonagall were with him as well. Snape was with Pomfrey. He had a nasty bruise and a dislocated hip. He had cursed the name of Potter.

Remus was still trying to calm Sirius down. There was nothing they could do for him now. The little Harry they knew was gone. He did not tell Sirius this…but Harry had died the moment Cedric’s body had hit the ground.

Professor McGonagall was fixing some tea and Professor Moody was polishing his magical eyes so that it was glistening. The five of them were still in shock that Harry had been able to break free. Rage held such explosive untapped power.

They were all lucky to still be alive right now. Harry could have screamed at them and danced over their bodies.

“Sybil has some explaining to do,” Professor McGonagall snarled, pouring Dumbledore a cup of tea. “How did she know where to find him?”

Professor Dumbledore just looked at her. He took a sip of his tea and blanched. “It’s hot.”

She rolled her eyes and nearly fell out of her heels when green flames erupted in the fireplace. She put a hand over her heart, cursing under her breath.

It was Arthur Weasley and he looked like hell.

Dumbledore was on his feet in an instant, spilling his tea all over his desk, getting a disapproving glare from McGonagall.

“Did you get it, Arthur?” Dumbledore asked him.

Mr. Weasley nodded his head, reached into his robe, pulling it out. He handed the delicate orb to Dumbledore who very carefully took it from him.

“Is that what I think it is?” Sirius asked.

Dumbledore merely nodded. It was The Prophecy.

TBC…

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Flora.

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