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 Eighteen

Tears stream, down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face and I…

--COLDPLAY

The next couple of days were really hard for Harry. It really shouldn’t have surprised him, but how could people be so cold? People he once thought of as friends turned their noses up at him, pretending he was not even there. Well, at least now he knew who his real friends were.

Ron and Hermione would hardly let him out of their sights. When they were unable to watch him, Neville and Ginny did. They were afraid he might have another collapse and people’s attitudes were not helping.

It was really starting to get annoying. He was fine!

Malfoy had invented badges and was passing them out to people. They read for people to Support Diggory. The badges would then do some weird twirling motion and read that Potter Stinks. He simply had to roll his eyes at that. Could the slimy snake not come up with something a little more original?

Cedric almost had a bitch fit when he saw members of his own house wearing them. He told them that their House Founder would be ashamed if she saw this. It was immature and beneath them to sink as low as the Slytherins in this whole thing.

Harry put on a brave face in order to keep Cedric from attacking someone. He didn’t really mind. It was not like he really knew these people…and they did not know him. Let them say what they wanted about him. They always would anyway.

Snape’s class was a complete and total hell for him and Professor Sprout’s class with the Hufflepuffs was a nightmare. He took it all and buried it deep down inside. He was strong. He could take it. His shield of indifference burned with a cold, pale light.

Professor McGonagall took notice of how the stress was affecting him in her class. Instead of transfiguring the teacup into a saucer, he blew it up. She gave him half the marks because it had been a pretty explosion.

Professor Moody was having them all duel with each other in the Great Hall. He watched Harry duck Neville’s curse only to be hit in the butt by Ron’s. It sent him flying forward into the net.

“Concentrate, Potter!” Moody growled, limping over as Ron and Neville helped him out of the net. “Get back over there and do it right!”

Harry wanted to tell him to shove it up his ass but he held his tongue. It would not be wise to piss off an angry Moody. He could hear Malfoy laughing at him, and he turned to see that the idiot flashed his Potter Stinks badge at him.

“Malfoy!” Moody roared. “Shut your trap!”

Malfoy’s face went pink.

“You’re with Potter this time.” Moody told him.

The more Harry looked at that badge, the more pissed he became. He did not stink. He bathed in wonderful smelling bath oils.

Ron and Neville asked if he was alright and he told him that he was. He smiled at Ron, telling him that he had not seen that one coming.

“Did it hurt?” Ron asked in concern.

Harry shook his head.

“Any day now, Potter,” Moody bellowed.

The duel was over in three seconds and everyone was howling with laughter.

Malfoy was rolling around in the floor, screaming for someone to get the blindfold off of him and Harry was tied up in ropes. He looked at Ron for help.

Moody just shook his head in shame. “I ought to just blast you both across the hall.”

“Well,” Hermione said, walking over to help Ron with Harry’s binds. “At least you got him, too.”

Harry gave her a big smile, but it did not reach his eyes.

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Harry made his way up to the North Tower to see Professor Trelawney, after he sent a letter to Sirius. He explained to him about his scar and sent it to him, using another owl.

Hedwig was angry about it, too. She had nipped his hand really hard and would not even look at him. It had really hurt his feelings.

He climbed up through the trapdoor to see that Professor Trelawney was already expecting him. She had tea and cookies waiting.

“Hello, dear,” she said with a welcoming smile. “Has your week not been going well?”

He gave her a withered look and she gestured for him to help himself to all the yummy goodness. He took a cookie and bit into it. It was really good.

“Have a seat over here, dear.” She told him, taking a seat herself. “And tell me about your dream.”

He sat down and told her all about it. She listened to him with a very intense gaze. It sounded like he had had a prophetic dream, but she did not say anything.

He looked up at her when he had finished with tears in his eyes. They did not fall but she knew they wanted to.

“Will it come true?” He asked her, a terrible fear making his voice shake.

She shook her head, telling him that it was only his fears playing with him. His fever had brought out and magnified his fears as it does with most people who are under stress.

She wanted to tell him that it was all completely true, but she couldn’t. If he knew, it would make him forget to live and enjoy love. He would waste his time trying to keep the future from happening. She would not make the same mistake twice.

“Have some more tea, dear.” She told him, pouring him another cup. “Do you like the cookies?”

He nodded his head. They were very good. The little pink sparkles on top were sweet and pretty.

She fixed him a little bag of them to take with him. He was going to have Cedric try some. They were really, really good.

She told him to come back if he had anymore disturbing dreams. She watched the trapdoor close and she shook her head. No, she would not make the same mistake twice.

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He was making his way back to his house tower when he ran into Collin Creevey. The younger boy simply had too much energy and Harry wanted to give him a time out, just to see how long he could stay still.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, Harry.” He said with a big grin. “Professor Dumbledore needs to see you in his office.”

“Did he say what for?” Harry asked him, realizing how tired his voice sounded.

“Something about wands and pictures,” Collin said. “It is so exciting, Harry, you being the youngest champion and all.”

Harry gave him a false smile. “It is very exciting, Collin.”

Collin nodded. “He told me to tell you that the password is Lemon Sherbet.”

“Thanks, Collin.” Harry told him.

The younger boy gave him a big smile and bounced off, leaving Harry to sigh.

Lemon Sherbet?

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The camera flashed and Harry was seeing stars. Why did the flash have to be so damn bright? These people should all invest in digital.

Mr. Ollivander took Cedric’s wand from him and looked it over. He went on about how it was made from ash and containing a single hair from the tail of a particularly fine male unicorn. It was twelve and a quarter inches and pleasantly springy.

Cedric blushed when he looked at Harry who snickered. Rita Skeeter took firm notice of that. She could not wait to sink her claws into the pretty Gryffindor.

“It appears to be in fine working condition.” Mr. Ollivander said. “Do you treat it regularly?”

Harry had to look away and Cedric nodded his head. “I polished it last night.”

Krum looked over at Fleur who rolled her eyes. Rita was simply eating this up.

Mr. Ollivander pointed Cedric’s wand and beautiful rings of silver smoke came dancing out from the tip. He handed it back to Cedric and motioned for Krum to bring his wand forward.

Rita took a hold of Harry, pulling him over into a broom closet with almost dizzying speed. She got up really close and personal with him.

“Well,” she smiled. “Isn’t his comfy, Harry?”

She could be a very attractive woman if she did not have all the makeup on. Why did she think she needed all that for?

“We’re in a closet.” Harry deadpanned.

“You should feel right at home then, hmm?” She asked him with a wicked smile.

He gawked.

What did she mean by that? Was she referring to him being gay or…

No! Dumbledore would never let that kind of information about him out. He would not tell anyone that he had been forced to live in the cupboard under the stairs. Nobody knew about that but Dumbledore, damn it!

Did she have gold teeth?

“Tell me, Harry,” Rita asked him. “What made you decide to enter into this dangerous tournament?”

“I didn’t enter.” Harry told her. “Would you like to take my place?”

He looked at her lovely green quill that was zooming across a pad of parchment.

A vicious scar, the souvenir of a tragic past, only adds a dark sense of beauty to Harry Potter’s pretty face, whose eyes…

What the fuck?

“Pay no attention to the quill, Harry.” Rita told him, moving on to more questions and rumors.

He wanted to hex her through the door when she brought up his parents and the spreading rumors of his and Cedric’s relationship. Who the hell had she been talking to? Had she been talking to Malfoy?

Tears begin to fill those bewitching green eyes as we discuss the parents he can’t even remember.

“I don’t have tears in my eyes!” Harry snarled.

The door suddenly opened before Rita could open her mouth. It was Cedric.

“Why in the world are you in here?” He asked in confusion.

He blanched at the way Harry was looking at Rita. Why the woman was not in flames or turned to stone was beyond him. Those magical green eyes were glaring poisonous daggers at her back.

“Ah, Cedric,” she cooed, pinching a rosy golden cheek. “You’re such a handsome young man. Is it true? Are you dating the wild beauty behind me?”

Harry’s nostrils flared and Cedric noticed that Harry’s hand was reaching for the metal dustpan hanging on the wall. Harry looked like he was going to give her a good whack…or forty.

He gave Harry a look and the younger teen froze, dropping the dustpan with a clang. Rita almost jumped out of her designer heels.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry said with wide eyes. “I’m such a klutz.”

“What the Merlin is going on over here?” Dumbledore asked, looking inside. “Rita? What are you doing to my student?”

“Dumbledore!” Rita squealed with delight, having Cedric pull her from the cramped space. “I was just getting to know our youngest champion here. You look good, dear. Have you been working out?”

Dumbledore would have rolled his eyes but he decided it would be best to humor the wicked witch and her poisonous quill. She has put him on every list except the Worst Dressed.

Cedric helped Harry out of the closet and asked him if he was okay. He looked like he was ready to rip the gold from her teeth.

“I’m good.” Harry told him, giving his arm a firm squeeze. “I wasn’t really going to hurt her.”

Cedric chuckled and pushed him over to a very patient looking Mr. Ollivander who was waiting to check his wand. Harry’s wand was the last.

Mr. Ollivander spent fifteen minutes, looking over his wand. He was terrified that he kooky old man would reveal that his wand was brother’s to Voldemort’s. Rita would be in heaven with that bit of news.

Holly, eleven inches long, and it contained a single feather from the tail of a phoenix. The man kept muttering “Curious” and had a fount of sparkling red wine shoot from its tip. He handed it back to Harry, telling him that it was in perfect working order.

They then spent the next two hours taking even more pictures. Madam Maxime was so tall she kept casting everyone else in her shadow.

The photographer had to have her sit down and everyone stand around her. He wanted Fleur to be in the front but Rita fought him on that.

She wanted Harry and Cedric to be the focus of the pictures. Screw everyone else. She even got a picture of the two together and by themselves.

Harry shook his head. Nothing good was going to come from this. He just knew it.

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Harry returned to his common room to find that Sirius had already gotten back to him. That was so fast. He must be really close then.

Harry,

Can you ensure that you are alone by the fire in Gryffindor Tower at one o’clock in the morning on the 22nd of November? I can talk to you face to face then, because I am afraid of putting everything I want to say into this letter. It could be intercepted and all. Let me know as soon as possible and take care of your self.

Sirius

P.S. You never did tell me who you are dating? Is she ugly or something? Please tell me it’s not a Slytherin.

Harry put the letter down and could not help but laugh. That was just funny. Why was he so afraid to tell Sirius about Cedric?

He decided to go take a bath. It had been a long day and he needed to relax before he went crazy.

“Hey!” Harry said, walking back into the room, drying his hair with a blood red towel. “Where have you been?”

Ron rolled over on his bed and smiled. “I’ve been with Krum in the library.”

Harry grinned and wrapped Cedric’s blanket around himself. “Were you two making out in the Restricted Section?”

Ron shook his head. “No! But have you and Cedric?”

“Nope,” Harry told him, lying down on his bed. “But now that I think about it…”

Ron laughed. “All we did was hangout. He told me he wanted to take it slow, and I’m all for it.”

Harry remembered how Krum had skulked in the shadows during the pictures in Dumbledore’s office. He must be an extremely shy person when it came to the public. He really was a lot like Ron in some ways.

“Hey, you okay?” Ron asked, seeing Harry zone out. “I’m really sick of those badges.”

Harry nodded. “I’m fine. Sticks and stones and all that Jazz, right?”

“I’m going to go take a shower.” Ron told him. “Night, Harry.”

Harry told him goodnight and curled up on his side. He was really sleepy.

The scent of night blooming jasmine began to fill his senses and he closed his eyes. He really did have a green thumb. Perhaps he would send his Aunt Petunia a nice note, thanking her for all the hours she made him slave away in the small garden in the backyard.

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A cold wind was blowing and black robes fluttered like gossamer wings around Harry’s lithe frame. His dark hair blew about his beautiful yet vicious face like wisps of smoke.

He fell to his knees before a lone tombstone in a graveyard that stretched on into the mists of eternity. Horrifying screams of heartache clawed their way up his smooth, pale throat, and out of his shining garnet lips that burned like jewels.

“How could you leave me all alone?” He screamed in agony, clawing at the cold earth until his fingers bled. “Please, come back!”

The white tombstone read, CEDRIC DIGGORY, BELOVED SON, BELOVED ONE TRUE LOVE, CHAMPION OF HOGWARTS, ALWAYS THE INNOCENT ARE THE FIRST VICTIMS.

He threw his head back and screamed like a wave smacking a high ocean cliff as the cold wind stole the warmth from his bones. “I need you, CEDRIC!”

He just lied there, sobbing and clawing at the earth with bloody fingers. His painful sobs wracking his small frame.

“Harry,” a soft voice, like the tinkling of silver bells called to him. “Harry James Potter…”

He looked up, tears drowning his vision. Who was calling his name?

Suddenly, a beautiful, unearthly young woman was kneeling down beside him, cupping his cheek with a cool hand. Her amber eyes were heartbreaking.

She pulled him into her immortal arms, kissing him on the lips, breathing beauty, power, and eternity into him. It felt as if liquid fire that burned like ice was scorching through his veins. Her laughter was like an avalanche cascading down a steep mountain slope.

He fell back in a hiss of gossamer and saw flashes of a golden cup, a scary dark haired woman, and a vicious dragon roaring at him.

He screamed.

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“Harry!” Ron cried out, holding his friend down, so that he didn’t hurt himself. “Harry! Wake up!”

Harry’s emerald green jewels snapped open, glowing with a deadly acidic light. It made Ron gasp, but then they looked completely normal in the dim light of the candle.

Harry was panting for breath, realizing where he was. He sat up with Ron’s help and asked for a glass of water.

He took calm, even breaths, as he pulled Cedric’s blanket around him. He closed his eyes, pretending that it was his arms enfolding him.

His heart hurt, and it was pounding so hard. What the hell was going on with his dreams?

“What is it, Harry?” Ron asked him in concern, handing him the crystal cup of water, watching his friend drink it.

“I don’t remember.” Harry easily lied. “But it was scary.”

Ron patted him on the shoulder. “Do you want me to leave a candle burning?”

Harry nodded his head. “Thanks, Ron.”

He lied back down, but he was too afraid to close his eyes. He did not want to see those scary images anymore.

He listened to Ron’s thunderous snores and wrapped Cedric’s blanket around him even tighter. He looked up and watched the shadows dance along the jasmine covered ceiling.

He had put a charm on the plant so that when the buds or leaves fell, they would land outside the window. He never had to clean.

Thanks, Cedric.

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Harry’s dreams only became even more disturbing as the nights passed. He would wake up with Ron holding him down and objects rattling on the shelves.

He begged Ron to keep it to himself, because he didn’t want to be a burden, or draw even more attention to himself. Ron only shook his head and told him that he needed to go to Dumbledore with this.

He sat down to breakfast that morning, feeling like he could collapse at any moment. Things could not seem to get any worse.

Rita Skeeter had published her article on the Triwizard Tournament and it focused mainly on him and Cedric. Floor and Crumb’s names had been poorly misspelled. They were practically squashed into the last line of the article.

Whenever someone would quote the lines to him, he would burn with shame. The evil bitch needed to die.

I get my strength from my parents. I think that they would be very proud of me…Sometimes at night I still cry about what had been done to them. I’m not ashamed to admit it…It’s healthy to let it all out…A good sob never hurt anybody. I know they will be watching over me and nothing bad will happen to me. I’m going to win this tournament and make them proud.

He kept his emotions hidden. He did not want Cedric to be a focus in this. He could take it all upon himself.

A newspaper was suddenly dropped right in front of him and he nearly screamed. A goblet of pumpkin juice a few feet down from him shattered, getting some students wet.

THAT FUCKING BITCH TROLL FROM HELL!

It was a picture she had made him and Cedric take together. Their smiles had been so false.

Cedric looked like he wanted to smash the camera and he looked like he wanted to cast the Killing Curse. It actually looked really humorous.

Has the Harry Potter found true love at Hogwarts with Cedric Diggory? Draco Malfoy tells us that young Harry is hardly ever seen out of company with handsome Cedric Diggory. He tells us that he saw the two of them holding hands while enjoying a stroll through the woods. “It wouldn’t surprise me if the two lovers were in on this whole thing together. I mean, how else could Harry’s name of gotten chosen by the Goblet of Fire? This gives Hogwarts twice the chance to win glory.”

He was shaking with visible rage. Where the fuck was that snake?

“Oh my god!” Someone yelled. “What the hell?”

It was all coming from the Hufflepuff table. Many turned to glare at him with anger.

One shouted, “Where the hell is Malfoy?”

“Not only does he have a good cry at night,” a Slytherin boy yelled. “He probably cries in Diggory’s lap!”

Ginny and Hermione came walking in to see that Harry was running towards them and passed them with tears in his eyes. They both yelled out his name but he was already disappearing around a corner.

Hermione looked to see that the Hufflepuffs looked pissed as hell and the Slytherins were all hissing with laughter. She walked over, snatching a paper from a younger Gryffindor. The look Ginny gave him warned him to keep it shut.

She read it over and passed it to Ginny.

“Here’s some tissues, Granger!” Pansy laughed. “Potter will need them when Diggory breaks his heart!”

Ginny dropped the paper and they quickly left to go find Harry.

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Harry raced into his room with tears streaming from his eyes. All of this was wrong. His stupid name was hurting Cedric.

Objects were rattling on the shelves and he pointed his wand at Ron’s trunk, blowing the lid off. He took out the fire whiskey and grabbed his invisibility cloak.

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Half an hour later, Cho ran into the library to find Cedric in his usual corner. He had his feet propped up on the desk, lost in a book.

She dropped the paper in his lap and he looked up at her with a smile. It turned upside down the moment he started reading the article.

“I ran into Hermione and Ginny.” She told him, extending her claws. “They said that he was in tears when he ran out of the Great Hall.”

“Cedric,” a soft voice called from the wall, distracting him from his lava hot anger.

Moaning Myrtle’s head was sticking out of it. “I think you should come to my bathroom.”

He was on his feet in an instant. “What is it, Myrtle?”

“It’s Harry.” She told him. “He’s drinking and I can’t get him to stop.”

Papers went flying all over the place.

“NO RUNNING IN THE LIBRARY, MR. DIGGORY!” Madam Pince shrieked in outrage that someone of his age and stature would dare do such a thing.

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Harry dropped the empty bottle and giggled at the way it was rolling away from him. He started to whistle at it, wanting it to come back. He was certain that there was another drop in there somewhere.

He tried reaching for it and fell over onto his side with a snort. He had fallen down and it looked like he wasn’t getting up anytime soon.

“Fuck them all.” He laughed, slowly rolling over onto his back. “They can all go fuck a skrew-it.”

He reached up and started pulling down on the paper towels that were hanging above his head. He had a small mountain before he knew it and named it Mount Suck It.

“Myrtle,” Harry giggled, smiling up at her. “What’s up?”

Just then the door opened and he turned to see that it was Cedric and Cho. He smiled at them both, rolling over onto his stomach, suddenly feeling like he was about to fall off the floor.

“Cedwick,” Harry grinned, looking at him. “Why you bweathing so ha’d?”

This would have been adorable if the situation had not been so serious. Cedric asked Cho to keep a lookout. She nodded and left.

Cedric picked up the bottle and looked down at Harry. “How much did you have?”

Harry put on a very cute thoughtful face and held his hands out, falling back over in laughter. “I had this….much!”

Cedric looked at the small mountain of paper towels and looked at Myrtle for an answer.

“I think it was half full.” She told him.

“Shush, Myrtle.” Harry told her, grinning like a fool. “You’ll get me in twubble.”

Cedric dropped the bottle in the trash, covering it with some of Harry’s paper mountain, before sitting down beside him.

“I saw the article, Harry.” Cedric told him.

“What arpickle?” Harry asked, tickling him. “Go get us some more, Cedwick, and we’ll have a pa’ty.”

Cedric took a hold of his arms, telling him that it was all right. He didn’t care if the whole wizarding world now knew about them. Everybody now knew that they belonged to each other. If they didn’t like it, they could go fuck themselves with the latest broom model. It would be a fucking good ride or your money back.

Harry laughed and that was when the tears fell. He wrapped his arms around him and the bigger teen pulled him close. His happy buzz was gone.

He was so fucking stupid. Why had he done this? He felt like such a damn fool.

“Its okay,” Cedric cooed, fighting to keep from crying himself.

All of this was his fault. He should have just told everyone that he was with Harry. None of this would have happened then. Harry would never have felt he needed to do this to himself.

“Please, stop crying.” Cedric whispered, kissing his head. “I love you, Harry.”

Harry sniffed and looked up at him with wet emerald jewels. He blinked when Cedric leaned down to kiss his salty cheeks.

“We’ll stay here,” Cedric told him, pulling him closer. “And when you feel better, we’ll leave together, holding hands.”

Harry blinked and one more salty tear fell. Cedric quickly caught it on his finger. He pulled out his wand and transfigured the salty drop into a beautiful tear shaped pearl.

Harry’s startling green eyes lit up when Cedric handed it to him. He held it in his palm, looking at it in awe. His heart felt as though it were basking in a warm light. Cedric had turned his tear into a pearl and gave it back to him.

“If only I could turn every tear you’ve ever cried into pearls, Harry.” Cedric smiled at him.

Harry closed his palm over the pearl and kissed Cedric’s neck because he couldn’t reach his lips.

Cedric asked Myrtle if she wouldn’t mind telling Cho she could come in. The pretty ghost nodded and tore her eyes away from the adorable sight. She had never seen such beauty before.

“I love you, Cedwick.” Harry mumbled, closing his eyes.

Cedric squeezed him. “I love you more, my little light weight.”

Harry giggled. “I love you more than more.”

Cedric shook his head. “I love you more than more than more.”

Harry smiled. “Forever?”

“Even longer than that.” Cedric told him.

Cho came in, followed by Hermione and Ginny. They each saw a tear sliding down Cedric’s rosy golden cheek. Harry looked as if he had completely fallen apart. Oh, Malfoy was going to get his. They were going to see to that.

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PRESENT

Once I had the rarest rose
That ever deigned to bloom
Cruel winter chilled the bud
And stole my flower too soon
Oh loneliness
Oh hopelessness
To search the ends of time
For there is in all the world
No greater love than mine

--Annie Lennox

Harry knew that he could not travel to the Ministry the way Dumbledore had taken him. It would be too easy to see that a flue network had been used, and they could probably trace it back with ease. Plus, it could set off a magical alarm or something even more annoying than that.

Flowing garments of billowing black gossamer hissed and snapped like deadly whips as she soared through the star filled sky. It had been so easy getting out of the castle. He had merely walked right out without anyone knowing it.

He looked at the directions Trelawney had given him, and flew right through Big Ben as if the massive clock tower did not even exist to him. He flew out the other side and followed a narrow winding street.

He descended in spirals of silk to land on his booted feet with graceful ease. The street was completely deserted and it was very foggy.

He began to walk with supernatural grace and speed, following the directions precisely. He turned around a sharp corner, spotting the red phone booth. It was exactly where Trelawney’s directions said it would be.

Harry floated through the thin glass door as if it were made of water. He pulled out a silver coin and put in the slot on the phone. Apparently muggles were repelled from using this phone booth because it was taking him down just like Trelawney said it would.

It felt like fucking forever, but he finally reached the bottom. He stepped out, finding himself in a golden tunnel that was decorated with all kinds of artwork. The directions told him to take a left from the phone booth and he did so. He walked until he found himself in familiar territory.

He looked at the many gilded fireplaces and followed them until he was standing in front of the five golden statues. One was a wizard, the other a witch, and the other three were magical creatures.

The Centaur, Goblin, and the House Elf were smiling. Oh, the hypocrisy of it all. The hypocritical witches and wizards might as well have collars put around the magical creatures necks and let the witch and wizard hold their chains.

For some odd reason, it was really starting to piss Harry off. Why were they looking up at the witch and wizard with adoringly jeweled eyes? They were all pretty much treated as slaves or outcasts. They were not seen fit to wield wands.

Harry shook his head. Oh, well, it was not his problem.

He took a step and suddenly froze in his tracks. He could hear the many whisperings of the dead like he had on that day.

Harry? Harry! Harry?

It was Cedric. He could hear Cedric’s voice among them.

“Where are you?” Harry called out, his melodious voice echoing like dripping water in a deep cave.

Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry? Harry! Harry!

He started to run, following the voices that seemed to be coming from within the walls all around him. His sharp heels clicking across the black marble as he ran, chasing after them.

“Cedric!” He called out, turning around a corner in a snap of silk. “Tell me where you are!”

Harry!

He ran through a wall and found himself in the court chamber. He looked around with wild and terrifying eyes, calling out Cedric’s name.

Harry!

He spun around and took off running through the north wall. This whole damn place was like a fucking maze of confusion. He hated it.

Harry suddenly stopped and looked around the huge hall he was now in. The voices were still coming at him from all sides. This had to be some kind of spell to trick him. If he kept this up, he’d be running around in circles all night.

He closed his eyes and began to center himself, focusing solely on Cedric’s haunting voice. He took a deep breath and a strong wind began to blow and growl all around him. He could feel himself being spun around in crazed circles.

His feet were no longer touching the floor. He could feel himself falling leagues and leagues until he suddenly stopped.

Harry!

Molten green gemstones fluttered open and his feet lightly touched the floor. He gazed around at the scene before him.

He was standing in a massive circular room that looked to be carved out of black rock. It was like some kind of sunken pit where an archway stood on its raised dais.

Glittering orbs of white light and silver streams of mist were fluttering within the Veil. He could hear thousands upon thousands of voices calling out to him from within.

Black silk billowed around his lithe frame as he slowly walked up the tight and narrow steps. His eyes were filled with the white glowing lights.

Harry…

He stood before the Veil, looking within its misty depths, calling out for Cedric to come to him. The silver mist within looked as if it were parting to his command.

A soft wind began to flutter through his long, ever moving, dark locks. His green orbs widened when a big glowing pearly white hand reached out from within the Veil. He knew that hand.

His silver talons began to shimmer and melted away into hands once more. Harry put his hand in Cedric’s and began to pull with all his might.

The wind became stronger as Harry pulled. “He’s mine! Give him to me now!”

The wind howled as he pulled on Cedric’s hand. How come he was not coming out?

“The earth may possess your body!” Harry cried, pulling with all his power. “But your soul belongs to me!”

Suddenly, it was as if whatever force had been keeping Cedric at bay had let go of him. He came stepping from the Veil and into Harry’s embrace.

Harry held his beloved’s spirit close and silver tears streamed from his eyes. Cedric was in his arms. He could feel him in his arms.

Harry looked up into Cedric’s handsome, glowing face. “Are you really here, Cedric?”

Cedric smiled and gently poked him on the nose. “I told you I’d never leave you, Harry.”

“Hold me,” Harry told him, trembling with emotion. “Just hold me, Cedric.”

“I love you, Harry.” Cedric smiled, kissing his scar with cold lips.

Harry closed his eyes and rested his head against Cedric’s broad chest. He could feel the happiness welling up inside of him. He had his Cedric back.

“Come on,” Harry told him, pulling on his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

Cedric shook his head in remorse. “I can’t leave the Veil, Harry.”

“Of course you can,” Harry said, pulling on him. “You’re coming with me, Cedric.”

Cedric’s hands became like mist and Harry stumbled back a bit. He looked at Cedric with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” Cedric told him, pearly tears glittering in his eyes. “I just had to see you…”

Harry’s burning green jewels narrowed. “You’re coming with me, Cedric.”

“You’re so angry, Harry.” Cedric whispered, voice echoing like the grave. “Let it go…before it consumes you.”

Harry started to shake and Cedric wanted to step forward and comfort him, but he was bound to the Veil. He could not get too far away from it, or it would just pull him right back in.

“I’m not going to lose you!” Harry hissed, stomping his heel. “I will not accept this!”

“You will never lose me, Harry.” Cedric told him in a soothing tone. “I will never leave you.”

“Liar!” Harry screamed, rushing forward to slap him on the chest and punch at him. “You died and left me all alone in the darkness! You said you would run! You lied to me!”

Cedric took hold of his arms and Harry continued to scream and fight him.

“Don’t leave me all alone!” Harry cried, struggling with him. “I love you!”

Cedric fell to his knees with Harry trembling in his arms. He held him so close, cooing ever so gently to him.

“Please, Harry,” Cedric whispered, holding him tight. “Don’t let my death hurt you anymore than it already has. The darkness…it consumes, Harry.”

“Cedric,” Harry asked, tears streaming from his eyes. “Where are you going? Why are you letting go of me?”

“The Veil calls me back, Harry.” Cedric told him, body slowly becoming silver mist and lights.

“NO!” Harry screamed, his hands becoming talons, grabbing at him, only to go right through him. “DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE ME AGAIN!”

“I love you, Harry.” Cedric’s airy voice whispered as the Veil pulled his spiritual essence within once more.

“I WILL GET YOU BACK!” Harry screamed, rushing to the Veil. “I DON’T CARE WHAT I HAVE TO DO! I DON’T CARE HOW BLACK MY SOUL BECOMES! I’LL GET YOU BACK! CEDRIC!”

Harry…

He stumbled and fell over backwards in a hiss of silk. He laid there on his back before the Veil like a fallen god.

Tears of moonlit fire burned from his eyes. He grabbed his head and screamed his fury.

“CEDRIC! COME B ACK!”

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Harry walked down the long hallway in a daze, tears blinding his vision. He had no idea where he was or where he was going. He didn’t really give a fuck.

His tears refused to dry. Were they becoming perpetual?

There had to be a way to bring him back. He was not going to give up.

It didn’t matter how long it took, he had an eternity to figure out a way to bring Cedric back. All he wanted was his Cedric.

“I was this fucking close!” He screamed, ramming his fist through a marble wall.

The blast echoed like thunder.

He pulled his fist free and screamed once more. He leaned back against the wall and continued screaming. He felt like he would never stop.

It was mournful, frightening, and beautiful, all at the same time. It would be death to any who were close enough to him.

He slid down the wall and sobbed in his lap. He had screamed into the Veil for hours, demanding for Cedric to come back to him.

His eyes widened into madness when he heard familiar hissings. He snapped his head to the side to look at a large golden door.

Prophecy, prophecy, prophecy, where is the prophecy?

Harry cocked his head to the side and a wicked smile graced his haunting face. His mouth suddenly filled with razor sharp fangs.

It couldn’t be…Nagini?

He closed his eyes. He could hear Voldemort taunting him.

Such an extremely handsome boy…would you like to feast on him, Nagini?

Harry’s eyes snapped open. “DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH CEDRIC, YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

He raced through the massive door like a phantom and found himself confronted with a gigantic snake. The fucking bitch had grown even more since last he laid eyes on the ugly worm.

Her massive head rose up and turned to look at him. Her mouth opened to reveal extremely long and deadly fangs. She hissed at him.

Harry didn’t give a fuck what the scaly bitch was hissing at him. All he saw was red and he wanted to bathe in it.

He jumped forward with supernatural speed and sunk his razor sharp talons into her scaly flesh. She hissed with pain, rolling her massive body over with him, trying to throw him off.

She struck him with her head, sending him flying over backwards into a shelf of glass orbs. They began falling one by twenty, and one got him in the head, shattering.

He snarled and raced at the injured snake, only to be swiped across the face by her massive tail. He went flying back into another shelf, causing more orbs to fall, smashing on contact with the ground.

He rolled over and let loose his deathly scream. It poured from out of his mouth like scorching hot magma, rolling over Nagini with a searing heat.

She rolled around in agony. Her massive body knocking shelves over. It was as if every blood vessel in her body was rupturing. Glowing blue orbs shattering all over the place.

Harry threw himself at her with all his hate and wrath. She bit him in the arm, and he screamed in agony.

He jabbed a talon into her eye and gave it a good twirl. She released him and reared back for another strike, as he held his bleeding arm.

Her massive head shot out at him and her head went flying off in a spray of warm blood when his spirals of razor wire silk sliced through her neck. The head fell to the floor and the headless body writhed in its final death rolls.

Harry’s wound began to heal and he threw his head back, howling with insane laughter, as crimson honey bathed his glowing white flesh.

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Lord Voldemort spun around, holding on to a pillar, crying out in pain.

“NAGINI!”

TBC…

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