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 Seventeen

If I tell you
Will you listen?
Will you stay?
Will you be here forever?
Never go away?

--Within Temptation

The next morning was Sunday and Harry woke up to find that Hedwig had returned. There was a letter at the foot of his bed and he quickly opened it up.

Harry,

I’m back in the country and am well hidden. Hell, I lost myself yesterday. I would like for you to keep me informed of everything that’s going on at Hogwarts. You really shouldn’t use Hedwig anymore, keep switching owls. Don’t worry about me. I want you to look after yourself. Don’t forget about what I said about your scar. Who are you dating?

Sirius

He looked to see that Ron’s bed was already made up and his school pack was missing. That was when the happenings from last night began to pinch at him.

Cedric had been chosen as a champion, he had been chosen as a champion as well, professors were pissed, and he and Ron had caught Hermione, Ginny, and Neville making out. His head was pounding like a mother.

He sat the letter down and adjusted his glasses. His head was really hurting and he wondered if he should go see Madam Pomfrey about it.

Hedwig was asleep and he was really quiet as he got dressed. She must have had a very long flight. It was so good to have her home.

He slowly made his way down the stairs to find that the common room was packed with people. They all looked up at him and they all started to cheer.

He wanted to run away and hide. What the hell was wrong with them? He didn’t want this.

“Brilliant, Harry,” Fred shouted out. “Loved the way you sent that goblet flying.”

“How did you do it?” George asked him, walking up to grab his arm. “How did you get over the line?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Harry told them. “I didn’t put my name in either.”

“Harry Potter!” Fred shouted out, lifting up Harry’s arm. “The modest champion of Gryffindor!”

“I’m not a champion!” Harry yelled, pulling his arm free from him. “I don’t want this! Cedric is Hogwarts’ champion! Someone fucked the goblet up!”

He backed away and his head felt as if it were splitting open. The room and faces were spinning all around him.

“Harry!” He heard Hermione shout. Everything was too loud. Why was it so bright?

He stumbled forward and Fred caught him before he fell. His head lolled back and he felt like screaming. His head was cracking open.

Hermione made her way through the crowded common room to see that George looked horrified. Harry had collapsed and Fred was gently lowering him to the floor.

“Neville, call Professor McGonagall!” Ginny shouted, racing towards Hermione and her brothers. “What happened?”

Whispers broke out as Neville ran off. Was Harry having a nervous breakdown?

“He started yelling,” George told her. “And he just fell forward.”

Hermione felt his forehead. “He’s burning up.”

Harry started to shiver and Hermione yelled for someone to bring a blanket or something. George helped Fred pick Harry up and move him over to the sofa in front of the warm fire.

Collin Creevey quickly ran in with a big blanket and Hermione helped him throw it over Harry. He was shivering and his scar was all aglow with an acid green color.

“Why is it doing that?” Fred asked, looking scared.

Hermione shook her head. She had no idea. This had never happened before.

“Harry,” she whispered, pushing his hair away from his angry scar. “Can you hear me?”

Ginny looked just as worried as she was and jumped up when Professor McGonagall came rushing in with a distraught Neville. She took one look at Harry and quickly began to bark orders. Everyone hopped to do her bidding.

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Cedric was sitting down to breakfast and he was not in a good mood. His whole house was bashing his boyfriend’s name. He had told them all that Harry had done nothing wrong. They just simply told him that he was too nice and that it was obvious that Harry had taken advantage of him.

“Can you believe he actually slapped the goblet off its stand?” A student asked his friend as the two walked by where Cedric was sitting. “I honestly think he did nothing wrong. If he had put his name in, wouldn’t he look all smug about it?”

The boy’s friend shrugged his shoulders and Cedric watched them sit down at the Ravenclaw table. At least there were some people who believed that Harry was innocent.

He piled his plate up with eggs. For some odd reason, he was craving eggs. They looked all yummy and yellow.

“How can you eat like that and still stay in such shape?” Cho asked, walking up to him.

Cedric told her and she backed up in shock. He never spoke with his mouth full. He must really be pissed off.

“Cedric is the real champion.” A Slytherin girl hissed, strolling by with a group of people. “Potter is a stinking cheat.”

Cedric only stuffed his face with more food. It kept him from yelling. He wanted to yell for everyone to shut the hell up about his boyfriend.

“Why don’t you just tell them?” Cho asked, taking a seat across from him.

“I would,” Cedric told her, buttering his roll. “But I’m afraid it might make matters worse for Harry.”

Cho nodded. It could make matters worse if Cedric told them all that he and Harry are together. That could really piss some people off. Cedric could even lose his friends. She didn’t want that.

“Is it true, Diggory?” Malfoy asked, slithering up to the table. “Are you and Potter together? Are the two of you together in this whole thing?”

Cedric looked at him and Cho let her claws out. He was about to answer him but he saw Ron come running in. He looked to be in a huff, too.

Ron ran right up, pushing Malfoy out of the way. “I need you to come with me right now.”

“How dare you!” Malfoy snarled, stumbling back. “How dare you touch me!”

“Oh, stick your wand up your ass,” Ron hissed. “And cast the Killing Curse on yourself.”

Everyone had their eyes on them.

“Is there a problem here?” Professor Snape asked, gliding up.

“Not at all, Professor,” Ron said, telling Cedric to get up.

“He shoved me!” Malfoy yelled. “I’ll have to burn these robes!”

“With you in them?” Ron asked, full of hope.

“Ten points, Mr. Weasley,” Snape told him. “Don’t shove students. Someone could get hurt.”

He led Malfoy away with a sneer. These little brats needed to grow up.

“What is it?” Cedric asked Ron, walking around to him.

“I left a book behind in my common room and went back for it,” Ron began, only for Cho to tell him to get on with it. “Harry has collapsed and Hermione sent me to get you. They’ve taken him to the hospital wing.”

Cedric blinked twice and took off running out of the Great Hall with his robes billowing around him. Ron and Cho were right on his heels.

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A cold wind was blowing and Harry looked around to find that he was standing in the midst of an endless graveyard. The cold gray tombstones were shrouded in mist and seemed to stretch on into forever.

He spun around to see a woman of unearthly beauty floating through the mist towards him. Her impossibly long hair burned and coiled like hissing flames around her ethereal face.

He took a step back because her eyes terrified him. They were like molten amber stars that could strip a person down to their naked soul.

Her skin was all aglow like a pale silver moon, and her song was the shattering of a million hearts. It brought tears to his eyes.

She seemed to wear the mist like a cloak of sorrow. She pointed with a long sharp talon and his eyes could not help but follow it.

His green eyes fell on a lone tombstone and a squeak escaped from between his red lips. He stumbled back, crying out when he fell through the earth.

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Harry woke up with a start and sat straight up in the hospital bed. He was panting for breath and looked around with wild eyes filled with fear.

Cedric was at his side in an instant and Harry threw his arms around him. He kept telling himself that it was only a dream.

“Harry,” Cedric gagged. “I can’t breathe.”

Harry loosened his grip, but only a little.

“You had quite a fever, Mr. Potter.” Madam Pomfrey told him, walking closer. “The Headmaster was afraid you would sleep the whole day away.”

Harry looked at her. “I had a fever?”

She nodded her head and told him that she would be right back. She was going to go summon the Headmaster right now.

“You scared your friends to death, Harry.” Cedric told him. “Why didn’t you say anything about not feeling well?”

“I didn’t know I wasn’t.” Harry said, making room for him to sit down beside him. “I just remember being hit with a blinding pain right between my eyes.”

“Your scar was glowing,” Cedric said, rubbing his thumb over it in soothing circles. “It had this freaky green color.”

Harry was melting all over again. He loved it when Cedric would rub his scar. He had no idea that it was such a sensitive place for pleasure.

“You were shaking,” Cedric said softly. “And you kept muttering about mist and a woman with a tombstone.”

Harry had to lie back down, but he held onto Cedric’s cool hand. He wondered how Cedric had managed to talk Madam Pomfrey into letting him stay. He was glad that he had. He would have kicked and screamed until she either stunned him or brought Cedric to him.

“Are you feeling okay now?” Cedric asked him, running his fingers through that dark hair.

Harry nodded his head. He no longer had a headache. The pain was completely gone.

“I don’t really remember what I was yelling about.” Harry told him. “It had to do with you being the real champion, I think.”

Cedric made a face. Were people already giving him grief? He was really starting to get pissed.

Harry flashed back to the dream. Maybe he should tell Professor Trelawney about it. She was an expert when it came to prophetic dreams.

“You’re a champion now, too, Harry.” Cedric told him. “Even though I really wished you weren’t. Something bad could happen to you. We can sneak and I’ll teach you things.”

Harry smiled. Where had he heard this before? Was this the pot calling the kettle black? He reached up and poked Cedric on the tip of his nose and Cedric took his hand, kissing it.

“I’ll be okay.” Harry smiled. “I don’t care what people say. As long as I have you…I don’t care.”

Cedric looked down at him with scorching gray eyes. “Have people been talking bad to you?”

“Everyone in my house is excited that I’m a champion.” Harry said, turning his face away. “They all think that this is great fun.”

“I’m sorry, Harry.” Cedric told him. “What do you want me to do?”

Harry looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want you having to put up with this crap. You did nothing wrong.” Cedric said, caressing a smooth cheek. “I’ll tell them that we’re together. That’ll get them to shut up.”

“Then they might think that you’re a cheat.” Harry told him. “They might think that we did it together so that Hogwarts has twice the chance at winning the tournament.”

Cedric frowned.

“People already think that I’m this crazy person who craves attention.” Harry said with a small smile. “Maybe I’ll have some fun living up to the reputation they’ve invented for me.”

“I don’t want to see you hurting.” Cedric whispered, leaning down to kiss his scar. “You did nothing wrong. You don’t deserve this.”

“As long as I have you,” Harry said, smile getting bigger. “I can take anything.”

Cedric bit his bottom lip. “Cho is my only real friend, Harry. Everybody else is just…I don’t have a name for them. Let me tell them…let me tell everybody? Let’s put an end to the rumors.”

Harry shook his head. “You seem so happy when you’re surrounded by your peeps.”

Cedric rolled his eyes. “It’s called acting, Harry. They don’t even know me.”

“You’re the champion of Hogwarts.” Harry said, sitting back up to hug him. “I don’t want you worrying about me. I know how to take care of myself.”

Cedric put his hand over the bracelet he had given Harry that night. It made him smile. He knew that Harry was strong…but even he had his limits.

“If I so much as see one tear,” Cedric whispered. “You can’t hold me responsible for my actions.”

Harry slightly pulled back and looked into those smoldering gray eyes. He could suddenly see Cedric jumping on top of someone, pounding their face in. It made him shiver.

Professor Dumbledore came walking in, wearing a bright pink robe with what looked to be cherry blossoms along the base and sleeves. It looked extremely extravagant. The Headmaster always seemed to look his best, not matter what the situation.

“Ah, Harry. I’m so happy to see that you’re awake.” Dumbledore said, walking up to the bed. “May I speak to Harry in private, Mr. Diggory?”

Cedric softly pecked Harry on the cheek and told him that he would just be outside. Harry nodded his head and watched him walk from the room. He loved the way Cedric’s robes would billow around his powerful frame.

Dumbledore stood at the foot of the bed, looking at Harry. There was something different about him, but he couldn’t place it. Had his eyes gotten greener…or had his hair gotten darker? Was it both? His skin looked as white as paper and yet had such a healthy glow to it.

The two of them discussed the glowing of his scar and Harry decided to tell him everything. He told him all about how it had hurt him during the summer and the weird dream he had about Wormtail and Voldemort.

Dumbledore asked him if this recent incident had to do with his scar hurting. Harry told him that it had been his head hurting, but not his scar. It was odd about how it had been glowing, because it had not been hurting him.

He told Dumbledore about the woman he had seen in his dreams twice now. One was in the forest and the other in the graveyard. She had kissed him on his scar in the first one and pointed to Cedric’s grave in the second one.

Dumbledore told him that the second dream was probably a result of his fears and fever. Harry wanted to agree with him but the darkness was still there. He was going to tell Professor Trelawney, too.

Professor Dumbledore told him to come directly to him if anything like this happened again. He then told him what he had told the other champions earlier. The first task would be on the twenty-fourth of November, and they could use their wands. He was not allowed to ask teachers for help and he was exempted from having to take final exams.

Well, that last part was pretty damn awesome. But, what the hell was the first task?

Dumbledore couldn’t say. He looked worried as he left the room. He told Cedric that he could go back in.

Cedric came walking back in and saw that Harry was on his feet. It looked like he was about to run away before Madam Pomfrey could pop back in. He could not help but smile. He hated having to come here, too, when he wasn’t feeling well.

“Quick,” Harry said, rushing over to take his hand. “Get me out of here.”

“Not so fast, Mr. Potter.” Madam Pomfrey said, walking around the corner. “I need to take your temperature.”

Harry groaned.

“Be strong, Harry.” Cedric teased only to yelp when he got his arm pinched.

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PRESENT

If I could be close beside you
If I could be where you are
If I could reach out and touch you
And bring you back home
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I can follow?
To bring you back home, to me

--Enya

Harry was sitting in Professor Trelawney’s winged chair in front of the fireplace. He just stared at the burning logs with wet eyes, listening to the leaping fire’s song.

He wanted Cedric. That was all he wanted. All he wanted was to feel those loving arms wrapped around him again.

Why didn’t he run? He had promised he would. If he so much as glimpsed a tombstone…he said he would run.

He had yelled for him to run, but he hadn’t. He had screamed for him to run, but he hadn’t.

Kill the spare!

That deadly green light had rushed by him and washed over Cedric, sending him flying backwards to land on his back spread eagled. His sightless gray eyes staring up at the sky, his mouth slightly open in shock.

CEDRIC! NO! CEDRIC! GET UP! PLEASE GET UP! CEDRIC!

The bracelet that had been around his wrist had shattered the instant he realized Cedric was dead.

CEDRIC!

Deadly silver talons were grinding into the arms of the chair, making snapping noises as the wood broke under the pressure he was exerting on them. He kept gazing into the fire, fighting to keep his sobs at bay.

The time for crying was over. It was time to laugh while he bathed his talons in the blood of his enemies. He wanted their blood to rain down upon him in a warm shower of crimson honey. He longed for his beautiful white flesh to be dripping with their blood. It was as if the pores that no longer existed cried out for it.

“Harry,” Professor Trelawney said, walking into the room. “I’ve made you some tea, dear.”

Harry tore his eyes away from the dancing flames, looking at the lovely teacup she was offering him. He wanted to smack it out of her hand, but she was being kind to him.

“I no longer thirst for such things.” He told her, waving it away. “All I want is Cedric.”

She sat the cup down and looked at him with remorse. Oh, such pain. She wished there was something that she could do in order to relieve him of it.

“I love him so much.” He said, getting to his feet, walking closer to the fire. “I just want him back.”

She gasped when he stuck his hands in the fire. “Harry!”

He started laughing. “I can’t even feel it. I can’t feel…anything.”

He turned around to look up at her with wide green eyes that were bordering into madness once more. “Am I real?”

She nodded her head. “Of course, you’re real, Harry.”

“I told him to run.” He said, floating back from the fire. “Why didn’t he listen to me? Why does nobody ever listen to me?”

“People follow their own paths, Harry.” She told him, softly.

“Phoenix shit!” Harry snapped like a bolt out of the blue, whirling away from her in spirals of black silk. “He should have listened to me! He’d be here now if he listened to me!”

“He protected you!” Professor Trelawney caught herself yelling. “He died to protect you! He loved you that much, Harry! Treasure that!”

His eyes began to glow with rage. “You dare…to speak to me like that?”

“I speak the truth.” She told him. “You would both be dead.”

Harry started to laugh and he cursed himself as the tears spilled from his eyes like silver fire. “I wished I had died…I’d be with him now.”

Would the tears ever dry?

He could see Cedric’s spirit that had come out of Voldemort’s wand, along with his parents. They had protected him from Voldemort while he escaped with Cedric’s body.

I love you, Harry. Now, run!

Harry’s eyes began to fill with an insane light. He walked away from her, pacing back and forth in front of the window like a caged animal.

He could touch spirits and they could touch him if he willed it. Isn’t that what Myrtle had said?

Voices…a thousand, thousand voices had called out to him at the Ministry. Cedric’s voice had been the one calling out to him. It had been the strongest out of all them. The dead had fed him. That was how he had been able to tell the Ministry to go fuck themselves.

“What is it, Harry?” Trelawney asked him.

“Cedric’s spirit,” Harry smiled. “I know where Cedric’s spirit is.”

“What are you going to do?” She asked him, already knowing the answer.

He grinned at her, mouth full of razor sharp fangs. “I’m going to go get him.”

TBC…

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Flora.

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