Deathly Scream
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Cedric
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
14,074
Reviews:
81
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
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 One
He had finally managed to escape from Ron and Hermione. He loved the two of the dearly, but he needed some time to himself.
He made his way down the winding path to the lake. It seemed to be the only place that was free of students.
The sun was shining in the clear blue sky and the grass all around was a vibrant green. The warm rays felt really good on his exposed skin.
He could not believe that his broom was broken. It was as if an extension of him self was gone. That stupid tree needed to die. He hoped it got termites. He wanted to give it a good whomping, too. That would show it. The bitch!
Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!
The sound of his mother’s screams haunted him whenever a dementor got too close. Those disgusting creatures were the reason for his blackouts, having to hear his mother’s screams for mercy, losing the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, and the death of his beloved Nimbus. He seriously wanted to just fall over onto the grass and cry. Little children did so all the time and they always seemed to feel better afterwards.
He walked along the shore until he found himself a nice boulder to sit on. It felt so nice being surrounded by the near silent sounds of nature. He laid back, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the small waves lapping the shore.
“Hi, Harry.” A deep, yet soft voice spoke from nearby.
Cedric?
Harry opened his eyes and turned his neck to the side to see Cedric standing a few feet away, smiling at him. What was he doing out here all by himself?
What are you doing out here by yourself as well, Harry? Isn’t there some crazed killer out to get you?
“I’m happy to see that you’re all right.” The handsome sixth year said. “Madam Pomfrey would not allow me to see you.”
See me? Why would you want to see me? You don’t even know me? Why are you smiling at me like that? You look like a handsome idiot.
He quickly turned his face away, doing his best not to blush.
“I told Madam Hooch that I would like a rematch, but Wood said that my team won fair and square.”
Harry smiled. Fred and George had told him the exact same story. It was a nice gesture. So, chivalry still existed, eh?
“Are you going to talk back, or am I making enough good conversation for the both of us?” Cedric asked, looking at him intently.
Harry saw that he was still smiling. He sat up and looked at him.
“I lost my broom.”
Cedric could not help but to admire the younger boy’s eyes. They were so green and those dark lashes were so long.
“I’m sorry about your broom, Harry,” he told him, “But I’m just glad it was your broom that got whomped and not you.”
Harry saw that those smoky gray eyes were glowing with sincerity. Why was a sixth year even speaking to him? He did not even think the older students from other houses even knew he existed.
He smiled. “Thanks.”
His smile took Cedric’s breath away. The smile actually made those emerald orbs glow.
“I like coming here.” Harry told him, turning to gaze back out over the waters. “I like the silence every now and then.”
“I hear that,” Cedric said, stepping closer, “Mind if I join you?”
Harry looked at him and nodded his head. He moved over on the boulder to make room for the sandy blonde boy.
Cedric climbed up and settled down next to him. He looked out at the shimmering water and sighed. The sunlight on his light golden skin felt good.
Harry closed his eyes, wondering what scent it was that Cedric was wearing. It was light, floral, and it smelled really nice. He wondered if he had ever smelled anything like it before.
“I like the cologne you’re wearing.” Harry told him, leaning back some more on the rock, “It smells really nice.”
Cedric turned to gaze at him. He wondered if he had shock written all over his face. He just now took the time to notice how dark Harry’s hair really was. It reminded him of a raven and just as wild.
Harry opened his eyes to look at him. “What?”
“Nothing,” Cedric told him, really looking at him, “Thanks.”
Harry nodded. “You’re welcome.”
Cedric turned back to the water and lowered his head. He was suddenly feeling like a nervous wreck. He didn’t know what to do. He needed to owl his mother immediately.
“Jasmine,” Harry suddenly said out of the blue, “That’s what your cologne reminds me of.”
Cedric suddenly lost his balance, and fell off the boulder with a yelp. He hit the hard ground with a thud.
“Cedric!” Harry cried in surprise, looking down at the sprawled wizard on the ground below him. He took that moment to notice that Cedric’s shirt had risen up and he saw his exposed abs. He blushed.
“I’m fine.” Cedric moaned, slowly sitting up, rubbing the back of his head, “Ouch.”
Harry snorted as he climbed down. “Are you sure?”
Cedric looked up to see that Harry was offering him his slender pale hand. The blonde took it with his bigger one and allowed Harry to help him to his feet.
“Thanks.” Cedric said, wiping debris off his black robe, looking at the rock with scorn.
“Now don’t get mad at the nice boulder.” Harry told him, walking over to pick up a tiny flat rock to skip across the water. “It’s not the boulder’s fault that you’re clumsy.”
Cedric’s jaw dropped and he started to laugh. It made Harry smile.
Cedric stood there and watched the smaller boy skip several rocks across the water. It was something he had never done before. He asked Harry to show him how to do it.
“Not like that.” Harry said, suddenly taking the bigger hand in his own, not noticing how Cedric was blushing like a rose. “You have to flick your wrist like you do with your wand.”
Cedric did as Harry instructed and smiled as his rock made four skips before sinking. He started laughing. That was so easy.
They immediately made it into a contest. The two of them simply had to see who could get the most skips out of one rock with five tries. Cedric won. Harry called it beginners luck. For some odd reason, he had actually allowed Cedric to win. Why was that?
The two of them talked a lot about nothing while they skipped the rocks. Cedric had accidentally hit the giant squid and had to duck the rock it threw back at him. That had Harry almost rolling on the ground with laughter. He laughed until his stomach hurt.
Cedric said that he would hex him if he ever told anybody about that. Harry complied. He did not want to walk around looking like a Smurf for three days. He then had to explain to Cedric what a Smurf was.
“I really need to be going.” Harry told him, picking up his robe off the rock. “Ron and Hermione are expecting me in the library to study for Charms.”
Cedric nodded. “This was fun, Harry.”
Harry smiled. He had had a good time, too. This had been the most fun he had had in sometime.
“Would you like to meet and hangout again sometime?” Cedric asked, looking down at his feet.
Harry nodded. “You know my owl.”
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Present
Mad-Eye Moody could not believe his magical eye as he gazed down at Harry Potter’s form on the wooden ground. Shattered fragments of glass were all around his frame.
Hedwig was screeching her brains out as she hopped along the ground, trying to wake her friend up.
He had the other members of the order taking care of Harry’s relatives. He could not seem to take his eyes off the young man lying on the ground.
His skin was glowing like pale silver moonlight, and his hair seemed to shimmer like onyx smoke. The young man looked absolutely beautiful.
Moody knelt down next to him, moving some of that smoky hair out of the way to see that his scar was ablaze like emerald lightning. This could not be good.
That was when Dumbledore walked into the room with a swish of his enchanting robes. He looked down at Harry with sad blue eyes that were drowned with misery.
“The curse is slowly consuming him.” He said, having Moody pick the boy up. “It is feeding on his pain, heartache, and his thirst for vengeance.”
“What’s wrong with Harry?” Tonks asked from the door, concern written all over her pretty features.
Dumbledore turned away from Harry to look at her. “He was kissed by a Beansidhe.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
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 One
He had finally managed to escape from Ron and Hermione. He loved the two of the dearly, but he needed some time to himself.
He made his way down the winding path to the lake. It seemed to be the only place that was free of students.
The sun was shining in the clear blue sky and the grass all around was a vibrant green. The warm rays felt really good on his exposed skin.
He could not believe that his broom was broken. It was as if an extension of him self was gone. That stupid tree needed to die. He hoped it got termites. He wanted to give it a good whomping, too. That would show it. The bitch!
Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!
The sound of his mother’s screams haunted him whenever a dementor got too close. Those disgusting creatures were the reason for his blackouts, having to hear his mother’s screams for mercy, losing the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, and the death of his beloved Nimbus. He seriously wanted to just fall over onto the grass and cry. Little children did so all the time and they always seemed to feel better afterwards.
He walked along the shore until he found himself a nice boulder to sit on. It felt so nice being surrounded by the near silent sounds of nature. He laid back, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the small waves lapping the shore.
“Hi, Harry.” A deep, yet soft voice spoke from nearby.
Cedric?
Harry opened his eyes and turned his neck to the side to see Cedric standing a few feet away, smiling at him. What was he doing out here all by himself?
What are you doing out here by yourself as well, Harry? Isn’t there some crazed killer out to get you?
“I’m happy to see that you’re all right.” The handsome sixth year said. “Madam Pomfrey would not allow me to see you.”
See me? Why would you want to see me? You don’t even know me? Why are you smiling at me like that? You look like a handsome idiot.
He quickly turned his face away, doing his best not to blush.
“I told Madam Hooch that I would like a rematch, but Wood said that my team won fair and square.”
Harry smiled. Fred and George had told him the exact same story. It was a nice gesture. So, chivalry still existed, eh?
“Are you going to talk back, or am I making enough good conversation for the both of us?” Cedric asked, looking at him intently.
Harry saw that he was still smiling. He sat up and looked at him.
“I lost my broom.”
Cedric could not help but to admire the younger boy’s eyes. They were so green and those dark lashes were so long.
“I’m sorry about your broom, Harry,” he told him, “But I’m just glad it was your broom that got whomped and not you.”
Harry saw that those smoky gray eyes were glowing with sincerity. Why was a sixth year even speaking to him? He did not even think the older students from other houses even knew he existed.
He smiled. “Thanks.”
His smile took Cedric’s breath away. The smile actually made those emerald orbs glow.
“I like coming here.” Harry told him, turning to gaze back out over the waters. “I like the silence every now and then.”
“I hear that,” Cedric said, stepping closer, “Mind if I join you?”
Harry looked at him and nodded his head. He moved over on the boulder to make room for the sandy blonde boy.
Cedric climbed up and settled down next to him. He looked out at the shimmering water and sighed. The sunlight on his light golden skin felt good.
Harry closed his eyes, wondering what scent it was that Cedric was wearing. It was light, floral, and it smelled really nice. He wondered if he had ever smelled anything like it before.
“I like the cologne you’re wearing.” Harry told him, leaning back some more on the rock, “It smells really nice.”
Cedric turned to gaze at him. He wondered if he had shock written all over his face. He just now took the time to notice how dark Harry’s hair really was. It reminded him of a raven and just as wild.
Harry opened his eyes to look at him. “What?”
“Nothing,” Cedric told him, really looking at him, “Thanks.”
Harry nodded. “You’re welcome.”
Cedric turned back to the water and lowered his head. He was suddenly feeling like a nervous wreck. He didn’t know what to do. He needed to owl his mother immediately.
“Jasmine,” Harry suddenly said out of the blue, “That’s what your cologne reminds me of.”
Cedric suddenly lost his balance, and fell off the boulder with a yelp. He hit the hard ground with a thud.
“Cedric!” Harry cried in surprise, looking down at the sprawled wizard on the ground below him. He took that moment to notice that Cedric’s shirt had risen up and he saw his exposed abs. He blushed.
“I’m fine.” Cedric moaned, slowly sitting up, rubbing the back of his head, “Ouch.”
Harry snorted as he climbed down. “Are you sure?”
Cedric looked up to see that Harry was offering him his slender pale hand. The blonde took it with his bigger one and allowed Harry to help him to his feet.
“Thanks.” Cedric said, wiping debris off his black robe, looking at the rock with scorn.
“Now don’t get mad at the nice boulder.” Harry told him, walking over to pick up a tiny flat rock to skip across the water. “It’s not the boulder’s fault that you’re clumsy.”
Cedric’s jaw dropped and he started to laugh. It made Harry smile.
Cedric stood there and watched the smaller boy skip several rocks across the water. It was something he had never done before. He asked Harry to show him how to do it.
“Not like that.” Harry said, suddenly taking the bigger hand in his own, not noticing how Cedric was blushing like a rose. “You have to flick your wrist like you do with your wand.”
Cedric did as Harry instructed and smiled as his rock made four skips before sinking. He started laughing. That was so easy.
They immediately made it into a contest. The two of them simply had to see who could get the most skips out of one rock with five tries. Cedric won. Harry called it beginners luck. For some odd reason, he had actually allowed Cedric to win. Why was that?
The two of them talked a lot about nothing while they skipped the rocks. Cedric had accidentally hit the giant squid and had to duck the rock it threw back at him. That had Harry almost rolling on the ground with laughter. He laughed until his stomach hurt.
Cedric said that he would hex him if he ever told anybody about that. Harry complied. He did not want to walk around looking like a Smurf for three days. He then had to explain to Cedric what a Smurf was.
“I really need to be going.” Harry told him, picking up his robe off the rock. “Ron and Hermione are expecting me in the library to study for Charms.”
Cedric nodded. “This was fun, Harry.”
Harry smiled. He had had a good time, too. This had been the most fun he had had in sometime.
“Would you like to meet and hangout again sometime?” Cedric asked, looking down at his feet.
Harry nodded. “You know my owl.”
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Present
Mad-Eye Moody could not believe his magical eye as he gazed down at Harry Potter’s form on the wooden ground. Shattered fragments of glass were all around his frame.
Hedwig was screeching her brains out as she hopped along the ground, trying to wake her friend up.
He had the other members of the order taking care of Harry’s relatives. He could not seem to take his eyes off the young man lying on the ground.
His skin was glowing like pale silver moonlight, and his hair seemed to shimmer like onyx smoke. The young man looked absolutely beautiful.
Moody knelt down next to him, moving some of that smoky hair out of the way to see that his scar was ablaze like emerald lightning. This could not be good.
That was when Dumbledore walked into the room with a swish of his enchanting robes. He looked down at Harry with sad blue eyes that were drowned with misery.
“The curse is slowly consuming him.” He said, having Moody pick the boy up. “It is feeding on his pain, heartache, and his thirst for vengeance.”
“What’s wrong with Harry?” Tonks asked from the door, concern written all over her pretty features.
Dumbledore turned away from Harry to look at her. “He was kissed by a Beansidhe.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.