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 Nineteen

Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained
Felt the ground and looked up high
And called your name
Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained
In the darkness I remain

--Josh Groban

It was the Saturday before the first task and Cedric was walking with Harry through Hogsmeade, holding hands. The entire school, minus a few, had been shocked into stunned silence when Cedric had taken Harry into his arms, kissing him at the entrance to the Great Hall. That act had put a stop to the rumors right then and there.

Cedric’s entire house had confronted him and he told them that he loved Harry. He was a seventh year, a Prefect, and a Hogwarts Champion. He did not have the time and Harry did not have the time to have to put up with all this petty nonsense. They could either accept it, or, they could go fuck themselves. It really was that simple.

He had not put Harry’s name in the cup, because he would never do anything to put Harry in danger. Those who believed otherwise could hurry up and go to hell. The fiery red steam engine was awaiting and the conductor was a flaming bitch.

Cedric’s mother and father had been and were still outraged at Rita Skeeter’s article. Their son is no cheat and Harry Potter is a good boy.

Even though it was a few days ago, Harry was still shocked that Cedric had kissed him in front of the whole school. That was coming out in a big way. He even swore he heard Professor Sprout whistle.

All of Gryffindor, minus a few, seemed to look at Harry in a different light. It was as if they could not understand that which had taken place in front of their very eyes had indeed been real. It was not that they had a problem with it…it was just that they had no idea that Potter could be gay.

They simply had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that The Boy Who Lived was a homosexual. Hell, that had a hard time believing that handsome heartthrob, Cedric Diggory, was a homosexual. He could have had any girl he wanted. Hell, they all thought he was with Cho. That was such a dirty, lowdown trick.

“All the good ones are either married or gay.” Cho had dramatically sobbed into a tissue, blowing her nose as loudly as possible. She had gotten a ton of looks. People had expected her to be pissed.

Cedric had rolled his eyes. She was such a drama queen and he loved her for it.

The Ravenclaws had been pretty neutral in the whole thing. They were too busy worrying about their grades to get caught up in LIVE FROM HOGWARTS. As long as none of this homosexual, boy on boy action, would affect their grades, they didn’t give a damn.

The Slytherins were in more shock than possibly the Hufflepuffs. They had all thought the rumors to be cruel fun to tear Potter down. When Cedric had kissed him for all to see, Malfoy had spit his pumpkin juice all in Fleur’s beautiful face.

Her perfect nostrils had flared, and in the silence, a loud SLAP was heard. Ron had elbowed a shocked Krum into going to help her. It was the manly thing to do.

He, Hermione, and Ginny had howled with laughter over Malfoy’s humiliation. The snake had a shapely red handprint on his left cheek. Served him right for what he said about Harry and Cedric in the Prophet. He deserved so much worse.

Madam Maxime, of course, had to reprimand Fleur for her rash choice of punishment. Fleur was, however, grateful for Krum’s help.

The only Professor who seemed to be in shock was Flitwick. He had looked at Professor McGonagall, who was pouring him a nice drink. Where the bloody hell had he been?

“Ah, true love.” Professor Trelawney had wisped. “Oh, how bright it forever burns.”

McGonagall had instantly poured herself a drink.

Harry followed Cedric into Gladrags only to frown when he spotted Rita. She was looking over some strange and unusual panties.

Her eyes lit up when she spotted the young lovers. She practically frolicked over to them, mouth moving faster than their thoughts.

Cedric put an arm around Harry who put a hand on his chest. A bright flash went off and Rita waved from the door, letting herself out.

Harry blinked several times and looked up at a dazed and confused Cedric. “What the hell just happened?”

Cedric shook his head, lightly squeezing Harry. “Not a clue, but I’m sure we’ll read about it later.”

Harry wanted to chase her down and smash the camera, but Cedric would have none of that. It would only make her writings about the two of them a hundred times worse. She would probably take over the whole front page with an article on whether or not have they slept with each other yet.

Cedric reached over and held up a tight looking pair of lizard yellow panties and asked if they were his color. Harry made a face and pointed to the black pair instead. They both laughed.

The two of them were still being gawked at not matter where they went. One would think that people would just get past it and move on with their lives.

“Harry! Cedric!” Neville called out when the two of them walked into a not so crowded Three Broomsticks. He was with Hermione and they were waving them over to their table.

“Cedric!” Justin called to him, getting his attention. “Are we still putting that study group together for Flitwick’s exam?”

Cedric nodded his head. “Just let me know when you want to do it, Justin.”

The shorter boy smiled. “You bet. Good luck with the first task.”

Cedric smiled and they watched Justin walk off.

“I told you how none of them could go for too long without basking in your flame of cool.” Harry told him, leading the way over to Hermione and Neville.

“I’m a very forgiving person by nature, Harry.” Cedric told him, waving to some familiar faces that were waving back at him. “But once you trip and fall over the line I’ve sat down…”

“You help them up.” Harry smiled, pinching his shoulder. “And you offer them cookies.”

Cedric gave him a mock frown, turning his face away from him as he rubbed his arm. “They would have to be pretty damn sorry before I would ever take the time out of my busy schedule to share my cookies with anybody.”

Harry laughed.

“You can’t help but be you.” He told him. “And that is why people will always like you.”

Cedric stopped and Harry turned to look at him. “What about you, Harry?”

Harry looked down at Cedric’s feet. He really liked his dragon hide boots.

“People have this image of The Boy Who Lived.” Harry told him, looking up, and poking him on the nose. “An image built on rumors and lies.”

Cedric nodded, rubbing his nose with the back of his palm. He almost sneezed.

“People like the rumors and the lies. They don’t want to take the time to get to know me.” Harry said. “People either love me or they love to hate me. It seems like it has always been this way ever since I first came to this world. I’m just me.”

Cedric pulled out a chair and Harry nodded his head before sitting down at Hermione and Neville’s table. He took the seat next to Harry.

“Well,” Cedric whispered, cooing in his ear. “Maybe we can change all that.”

Harry laughed because Cedric’s warm breath tickled. He smiled at Hermione and Neville.

“What did you buy?” Hermione asked Cedric, taking a sip of her warm butterbeer.

“Socks,” Cedric said, sitting his bag down between his legs. “I bought lots and lots of socks.”

“He has this thing about socks.” Harry told them, looking around.

“Ugly feet?” Neville asked.

Cedric nodded his head and Harry snorted. Nothing about Cedric was ugly.

To think such a thing was blasphemy. It went against the religion of Harry. To commit such an act…well, there was only one punishment fit for the crime.

To think that anything about Cedric was ugly…you would immediately be sat on fire and pushed over into the pit of hell. Well, first Cedric would give you a pie…and then Harry would set you on fire and damn you to hell forever and evermore.

The thought of doing such a hilarious thing to a few people had Harry laughing on the inside. If only he could get away with committing such an act.

He could see Fudge shaking his finger at him, Dumbledore wailing like a banshee, and Cedric would have to kiss him through the bars. All of the dementors would want to make him their little bitch, too, and Rita would publish his memoirs.

Harry was suddenly brought out of his random thoughts when Cedric gently poked him in the ribs. He almost jumped out of his chair.

“Where did you go?” Cedric asked, fighting not to smile.

“Somewhere over the rainbow,” Harry told him with a small frown, rubbing his abused ribs. “Where bad people melt when I throw buckets of water in their faces.”

Cedric cocked a brow in confusion. “How do bad people bathe over the rainbow?”

Hermione laughed. “You have never seen the Wizard of Oz, have you Cedric?”

Cedric shook his head and Neville just looked lost. For some reason, it just sounded scary.

Hermione made a special note to herself. If Harry and Cedric survived the first task, she would put aside a study night and they would all watch it.

She had talked to Harry earlier about the first task and he just said that Cedric had been helping him with spells. He didn’t really want to think about it. So, she just left it at that. She even told Neville not to even talk about it.

“In all honesty,” Harry told them. “The Wicked Witch of the West made the movie. She scared me to death.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. She was sure to find some way to rig it up. Magic could make almost anything possible.

“Mr. Potter.” Madam Rosmerta smiled, walking up to their table with two warm butterbeers for him and Cedric. “The first are always on the house.”

Cedric took his with a thanks and Harry beamed at her. “Thank you so much, Madam Rosmerta.”

She leaned down and whispered for their ears only. “Don’t you dare allow all these rumors and lies in the Prophet to tear you two apart.”

Harry could only look at her with big, bright eyes. Here was a person who hardly knew him, and she was on his side. He was so speechless he could only nod his head.

Cedric put his arm around him and this seemed to please her greatly. If their eyes were saying what she thought they were saying, then even Death would have a hell of time keeping them apart for long. Oh, how she would not have pity for the fool who would dare to stand between them.

“Wow,” Hermione said, watching Madam Rosmerta glide off in a sway of pink frills. “She only gives free drinks to people who she adores.”

“Well, I am adorable.” Cedric told them all. “My mummy tells me so all the time.”

Harry pinched his cheek. “What did she say about modesty?”

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” Cedric whined, leaning into the touch. “She says you’re modest enough for the both of us.”

Harry let him go and kissed his pink cheek. He loved the fact that the two of them could freely joke around and show affection for each other in public. It made him feel really warm on the inside.

“My goodness,” an amused voice chuckled and it was Cho. “Now I finally see who wears the pants.”

Neville laughed and Cedric scrunched up his face.

“Hey now,” he said, putting a hand firmly down on the table. “Harry knows his place in this relationship, don’t you Harry?”

Harry nodded his head. “I’m holding the whip.”

Neville put a hand over his mouth and Hermione was looking from Harry to a frowning Cedric. She started laughing and Cho took a seat with them.

Cedric playfully pouted. “You’re making me look bad here, Harry.”

“The day you look bad,” Harry told him, patting a muscular thigh. “Is the day I become more beautiful than the word can even hope to describe.”

“Don’t accept any apples for him, Cedric.” Hermione told him and looked to Neville. “You’re going to help me hide all the mirrors in Gryffindor Tower.”

Harry rolled his eyes. He was not an evil queen. He didn’t have reason to be. Well, he was sure he could find a reason, but, that would take to long, and the list did go on forever. Plus, he didn’t have the right physical anatomy. An evil faerie…maybe…he did love glitter…and he did have a wand.

Cedric chuckled and scooted his chair closer to Harry’s, so he could be closer to him. He would take with pleasure whatever Harry chose to offer him.

Cho was laughing along with a laughing Neville. They didn’t get it. So, Hermione told them the quick notes version of Snow White.

“Wow,” Cho said, looking through Cedric’s socks. “I’ve never seen such strange and unusual colors.”

Cedric nodded. “Aren’t they wonderful?”

“Where’s Ron?” Harry asked, looking around. “Where’s Ginny?”

Hermione told him that Ron was probably at the castle with Krum, in the library…or they were here…somewhere. Neville told him that Ginny had a lot of homework she needed to get done, and that they were taking her back a ton of candy.

Harry didn’t dare ask them about their relationship because he didn’t think they would be comfortable with others knowing about it. Well, he might tell Cedric about it, but not in such a public place.

He nodded his head and was about to ask Cedric if there was anything else he needed to do when Hagrid came walking up. They all told him hi and Hagrid pulled Harry off to the side, asking if he wouldn’t mind coming by his hut at around midnight.

Harry asked him why and Hagrid just told him that it would be really important. He watched the gentle giant walk off and pondered if everything was all right. Hagrid seemed to have strange sparkles in his eyes. Hagrid never asked him to break school rules unless it was super important. Something was obviously up.

He went back over to the table and Cedric asked if something was wrong. He shook his head and asked him if he would like to go wonder around some more.

Cedric nodded, got to his feet, asking if any of the others would like to join them.

Cho shook her head, telling them that she needed to go find Jeremy and Amy. They were probably beginning to wonder where she had gotten off to. The two of them had extremely sharp minds, but they were not the brightest crayons in the box when it came to situations not discussed in books. They were sure to win some fantastic award in the near future.

Hermione and Neville told them that they were just going to sit here and listen to all the latest juicy gossip. Apparently someone had started a rumor, wondering if Fleur’s hair color was really natural.

Harry had to shake his head. That was Hermione’s way of simply saying, “You two don’t need extra wheels, just call if you get a flat.”

The two of them waved to Madam Rosmerta before making their way out of The Three Broomsticks. Cedric wanted to go get some nougat. It really was just that yummy.

A gentle rain began to fall and Harry could not help but smile as Cedric squeezed his hand. He looked up at the sky, longing for snow. He wanted to have a snowball fight with Cedric and make snow angels with him. It would be a lot of fun.

“Cedric,” Harry laughed, letting him go, taking off running through the gentle pouring rain. “Race you to Honeydukes!”

“That’s cheating!” Cedric yelled, taking off after him. “You got a head start! That’s no fair! Slow down!”

The both of them laughed.

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It was about twenty minutes past midnight and Harry was doing his best to keep up with Hagrid and Madam Maxime under the security of his invisibility cloak. He had no idea that Madam Maxime would be coming along and he was beginning to wonder where Hagrid was taking them. They were starting to get pretty deep inside the Forbidden Forest.

Harry could hear Madam Maxime asking Hagrid where he was taking her and he told her that she would really enjoy it. He could not believe that Hagrid had invited him along on his date with the tall woman. Only Hagrid would think a midnight stroll through the Forbidden Forest romantic.

Harry could suddenly hear a group of people shouting, followed by roars and growls. His eyes widened when he saw great plumes of flame erupt in the distance.

“It’s no use!” A very deep voice boomed as if magnified by a spell. “Prepare to stun on the count of three!”

Harry could not seem to take his eyes off the awesome sight before him. He was looking at four fully grown dragons. The colors were extraordinary. They were beautiful and looked just as deadly.

Madam Maxime looked to be in heaven and Hagrid was pointing to each of them, but Harry could not hear what he was saying. He must be telling her what each one was.

Harry took a sudden step back when a bone chilling realization hit him. Was this the first task? Were they to do battle against dragons? He had never learned how to play Dungeons and Dragons…he had only taken the guided tour…but he had been too bored to pay attention.

He suddenly began to picture Cedric battling against one of them and he didn’t like what he was seeing. A dragon was extremely resilient to magic. What the hell were these people thinking? How could they put students up against dragons? It was fucking crazy! What the hell was in Dumbledore’s candy?

He had to warn Cedric about this and he nearly jumped when another great plume of fire hissed out into the night. The big black one roared and its great tail thudded against the earth, sounding like thunder. It did not look happy at all.

“Hagrid!” A familiar voice shouted and Harry recognized it be Charlie.

Harry silently moved through the tall brush so that he was closer. He did not want to get too close and have someone bump into him. That would be awkward.

“Hagrid,” Charlie said, looking up at him. “You did not tell me that she would be here. Nobody is supposed to know about the first task.”

Harry looked away from Charlie to see that Madam Maxime was walking closer to the dragons. She seemed to be utterly mystified by them.

Charlie was going on about how the big black one was a Hungarian Horntail. There was a Common Welsh Green, a Swedish Short Snout, and a Chinese Fireball.

The Short Snout was the smallest of the four and it was a blue-gray color. The Chinese Fireball was as read a flame and looked just as angry, too.

Charlie said that he felt no envy for the champion who has to get past the Horntail. She was one pissed off mommy to be.

“Is it true that Harry is a champion, Hagrid?” Charlie asked him, voice filled with worry. “I hope he gets the Short Snout then.”

Harry rolled his eyes. Not only were they dragons, but they were nesting dragons. This just kept getting better and better.

“Kai!” Charlie yelled out, causing Harry to turn and look. “Watch out for the tail!”

“You watch it!” A loud, deep voice, shouted back.

Kai was a handsome man with very tan skin that was covered in scars.

Harry silently moved back so that he could lean against the trunk of a tree. He needed to take a few moments in order to process all this new information. He was so going to buy Hagrid a big box of chocolates…if he didn’t die.

He quickly looked at his watch to see that he needed to get back to the common room. Sirius would be calling in the fire very soon, and he couldn’t miss him.

Charlie ran off to go help once more and Harry raced forward, telling Hagrid that he needed to go. He told Hagrid thanks and gave him a big invisible hug before running off.

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Harry gilded into the common room to see that it was empty and he could not be any happier. He quickly threw off his invisibility cloak and took a seat in front of the warm fire.

He jumped up when Sirius’ head suddenly appeared within the flames. His hair was cut, clean, and he looked years younger now. He still seemed to have that haunted look to his eyes though.

Harry was so happy to see him that he had completely forgotten to say hello. He was such a terrible Godson.

“How are you, Harry.” Sirius asked him.

“I’m fine.” Harry told him, suddenly going into a long tirade about how he was not fine. He just told it all like it was.

He told him all about that horrible Skeeter woman who needed to be brought down a peg or three. Only a few people believed him about not entering himself into the tournament, and he spilled it about the dragons.

Sirius could only look at him with concern. “You killed a basilisk at age twelve, Harry.”

Harry just looked at him. “But, Fawkes blinded it and dragons can breathe fire, Sirius.”

“You need to calm down, Harry.” Sirius told him, eyes looking all around. “I have things to warn you about.”

“What?” Harry asked. “What could be more important than dragons?”

“Karkaroff.” Sirius told him, eyes looking right at him. “He used to be a Deatheater, Harry.”

Harry wasn’t stunned. He knew there had been something slimy about that man. Now he knew why.

Sirius told him all about how Karkaroff had been put in Azkaban where he had been but had been released. Moody was the Auror who had put him there and Dumbledore had brought Moody out of retirement to keep an eye on Karkaroff.

“He got released?” Harry asked in confusion, trying to absorb all this. “Why would they release him? How could he be allowed to become a Headmaster of a Magic School?”

Sirius told him that Karkaroff had struck a deal with the Ministry. He had given them a ton of names and a lot of people got locked away because of him. He was not a very popular person in Azkaban.

“You need to watch out of his champion as well, Harry.” Sirius told him.

“Krum?’ Harry asked. “Krum wouldn’t hurt me. We’re friends, Sirius.”

“That may be so,” Sirius said, eyes searching the shadows again. “But if he is under the Imperius Curse…”

Harry blinked. No wonder Moody was so hell bent on teaching them all to throw it off.

Sirius told him that he needed to watch his back at all times and not to pay any attention to the lies the Skeeter bitch writes. All he needed to do was concentrate on his studies, completing the tasks, and staying safe.

Harry instantly felt a wave of guilt hit him. Why was he so afraid to tell Sirius the truth about Cedric? Was he really that afraid that Sirius would reject him?

Sirius then went on to tell him all about dragons. It was not a lot of help. Dragons were one of the most powerful of the magical creatures. Their bodies were like shields against magic.

“All you need is a simple spell.” Sirius told him. “What are you good at, Harry?”

Harry was just about to tell him when he heard a door open in the distance. He could hear footsteps fast approaching.

“Go!” Harry said, looking back at him. “There is someone coming.”

“Watch your back, Harry.” Sirius told him before winking out.

Harry jumped to his feet and literally threw himself onto the sofa. He could pretend to snore at any moment if it were necessary.

“Now, where did I put my…Harry?”

Harry blinked. Neville? What was he still doing up? He was usually always the first to bed.

He heard Neville pick up something off a table and listened to him tiptoe away. He did not move until he heard that door close again.

He jumped up, grabbed his cloak from the armchair, and dashed up the steps to his room, where he was immediately assaulted by Ron’s snoring. Where the hell had he been all day?

He did not dare send Cedric an owl about the dragons. He would have to do it in person tomorrow. How were they going to beat dragons?

He did not sleep well at all.

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PRESENT

There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling, I can’t seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in

--LINKIN PARK

A flash of violet light and a violent swirl of black mist danced into the form of a tall man within the Department of Mysteries. Lord Voldemort stood in the blood of his most loyal servant and glared around with wrathful ruby red eyes.

His anger was something only a rare few could stand in the face of and not tremble in terror. It was not something anyone would want to be a target of. None wanted to face the wrath of Lord Voldemort.

All of the prophecies had been destroyed in the bloody destruction and he nearly cried out in anger…again. Now he would never know what the prophecy held for him.

He bit his bottom lip in rage, only to break the skin when he turned around to see the wall before him. He could taste his own blood on his tongue and it pissed him off even more.

Lord Voldemort held up his wand, illuminating the crimson script on the wall. His burning red eyes widened and his blood boiled with rage.

THAT WAS FOR CUTTING MY ARM

He took a step back, almost slipping in the cold blood. How could Potter have done this? He was sure it had been Potter he had seen through Nagini’s eyes.

It was not possible. No witch or wizard could have taken down Nagini…well, maybe Dumbledore…but not a little boy!

He walked over, knelt down, picked up Nagini’s severed head, and cradled it to his chest. Violent black miasma engulfed the dark lord and he was gone in a POP, just as Ministry officials came swiftly through the door with Dumbledore right behind.

He took one look at the bloody writing on the wall and immediately left. It was quite clear to him that Harry was no longer in the building.

From the look of destruction, things must not have gone well with the Veil. He needed to find Harry before something he can’t fix happens.

If Trelawney was not such a valuable asset to him, he would have sent her packing. How could she have allowed Harry to leave the grounds? She should have come to him straight away.

It is so hard to find good help. He needed to alert the order at once. Harry was missing and he must be found at all costs.

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Charlie was sitting at the breakfast table in Grimwald Place, listening to the conversation that was taking place. None of the children had been allowed to enter the room. All the stunned voices were filled with worry and fear.

The morning paper was nothing but a bloody mess, literally. Rita Skeeter had leaked the inside scoop to the Prophet. She really was good when it came to getting their first.

The headless body of a gigantic magical snake was found within the walls of the destroyed Department of Mysteries. Thousands upon thousands of prophecies gathered down through the ages have been lost in the bloody destruction. An ominous feeling seems to take hold of the heart when one looks at the words written in crimson on the wall.

THAT WAS FOR CUTTING MY ARM

Who could have done this? What could it mean?

“We must go and find him now!” Sirius barked, getting to his feet. “Before he starts killing people next!”

“He wants revenge.” Mrs. Weasley said, hoping that her husband was taking care of things at the ministry. “He will go after those who have hurt him.”

“And slash to pieces anyone who gets in his way.” Moody added, just for dramatic emphasis.

Mrs. Weasley glared at him.

Remus was standing beside Tonks and looked at Dumbledore. “What are we to do? Where would he go?”

Dumbledore turned to look into the fireplace. He watched the flames leap and dance upon the logs.

Where would Harry go?

His blue eyes widened and he spun around. “Privet Drive.”

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Harry stood at the front door to his house, well, it was not really his house it was more like his prison. So, Harry was standing at the front door to his prison.

He reached out with a bloody talon and rang the doorbell. It was always best to be polite. He was sure his mommy, if he had had one, would be most pleased at the way he was not merely walking through the door or kicking the bitch in.

The door opened, followed by a shrill squeak, and Harry walked in, smiling evilly, shutting the door behind him. What had taken the fat whale so long to answer the door? Oh, silly question. Fat is slow, duh.

“Dudley,” Harry grinned, his mouth full of fangs. “If you run, I’ll punch my fist through your ugly face and wiggle my talons around in your brain matter.”

Dudley fell on his ass, curling up into a tight ball on his side. He could not take the hatred and the wrath that was rolling off Harry in scorching waves. It was as if his small mind was caving in on it itself.

Harry stepped through the fat as if it no longer existed to him. He was about to head up the steps only to roll his eyes when he heard his Aunt scream.

“Scream one more time, Auntie,” Harry smiled, turning to her. “And I’ll rip off your head and play some football.”

He looked back and down at Dudley with a frown. Why had he ever been frightened of him? Why had he ever been frightened of any of them? He had always had the power…and now…he was going to enjoy using it.

She could not take her eyes off the beautiful demon that stood before her. Those molten green eyes were stripping her down to her ugly soul.

“It would please me greatly to kill you all.” Harry told her, loving how yummy her fear was. “But I’m here for something much more important.”

She could only look at him. How could something so horrible be so beautiful? He was covered in blood that did not seem to want to dry.

“You’re going to take your Little Fat Ass into the sitting room, Auntie Dearest.” Harry told her, plain and simple. “And pray that Big Fat Ass…”

He was cut off when a gold club collided with the side of his face. It stunned Harry for a second, but only for a second.

“Get out of here, you monster!” Vernon growled, waving it at him like one would an angry dog.

Harry snatched the club from his uncle, striking him in his fat gut with it. The ugly man went down on his knees, wheezing for air.

“That was fun,” Harry cackled, bending the club as if it were made of rubber. “Now get your asses into the sitting room before I hurt someone…for real this time.”

He kicked his uncle in the ass, sending him head first into the glass coffee table. Glass shattered and he fell to the floor, unmoving.

“Vernon!” Petunia shrieked.

Harry mimicked her shrill voice, shoving her down on the sofa. “Shut it!”

She trembled in fear under the gaze of those angry green stars.

“Get up, Dudley!” Harry yelled, suddenly looming over the beached whale in the hall. “Get up, or I’ll kill your mommy and your daddy.”

Dudley could only moan in terror. He couldn’t move.

“Not Cedric. Please, don’t kill Cedric.” Harry mimicked Dudley’s stupid voice to perfection. “Who’s Cedric, Harry? Is he your boyfriend?”

Dudley trembled in horror.

“YES, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” Harry screamed, kicking him the side. “HE WAS MY BOYFRIEND! HE WAS MY EVERYTHING! AND HE WAS TAKEN FROM ME!”

“Stop!” Petunia shrieked. “You’re hurting him, Harry!”

“SHUT UP!” Harry roared, walls shaking and glass cracking because of his anger. “OR I’LL KICK HIM SO HARD HE’LL NEVER STAND AGAIN!”

He gave her the middle talon and told her all the unpleasant things he could do to them. Oh, they each deserved worse for the fifteen years of hell they had put him through.

The poor dear was so sick with fear, she collapsed. It only pissed him off more.

He suddenly remembered why he was even there and raced up the steps to his room. He wanted his ring. He had to have his ring.

Harry lifted up the loose board, throwing it aside, and looked inside to find his treasures gone. He took a breath to calm himself, and then he went crazy. He started ripping up every board in the room, tossing them left and right.

“Where is it?” He cried, ripping his closet door off its hinges, throwing it with a crash. “Where is my ring?”

The entire room looked as though a bomb had been set off in it when he got through with it. He was blinded by tears and rage as he stalked from the room.

He was going to string them up by their intestines and set the house on fire. He was going to teach them a lesson they would never forget. Nobody fucks with what’s his! Nobody!

He started to glide down the steps, only to stop when he saw a man looking up at him. It was Charlie.

Charlie could not believe his eyes. Harry looked even more beautiful than last he had seen him. He was all sharp, deadly, gorgeous, and looked like a blood soaked angel.

“I want my ring!” Harry yelled, stomping a heel. “Get out of my way, Charlie!”

“You’ve hurt your family, Harry.” Charlie whispered, trying to calm him.

“They are not my family!” Harry snapped like a whip. “They were never my family!”

Charlie put a brave foot on the first step.

“I wish to kill them now.” Harry told him as if he were discussing how nice the weather was. “Please, get out of my way, Charlie.”

Charlie shook his head. “You need to calm down, Harry.”

“I’ll calm down,” Harry whispered like destructive ice. “When I have Cedric’s ring in my hand.”

Dumbledore stepped into Harry’s line of sight. “The ring is at Hogwarts, Harry.”

Harry’s head snapped to the side and emerald jewels blazed. “Why the fuck is it there for? Did you go through my things? How dare you!”

“I’m sorry, Harry.” Dumbledore told him, Moody and Remus at his side.

“Are you going to try and hold me again?” Harry asked, suddenly amused. “We all saw how well that worked last time.”

Dumbledore shook his head.

“How did you find me?” Harry asked with a wicked grin, voice scary. “Bloody footprints in the sand?”

“That’s not important,” Dumbledore told him. “Come back to Hogwarts and you can have your ring.”

Harry howled with laughter and it was high and bone hurting. “Oh, I shall have my ring.”

“Harry?” Charlie asked, holding out a hand for him to take. “Please, come back to Hogwarts, where it’s safe.”

“Safe for who,” Harry asked in a deep, cavernous voice. “Safe for me…or everyone else?”

Charlie made a face and Harry floated up in the air. He looked just like a blood splattered angel of darkness.

His skin was glowing like a silver moon, making the blood on him glow like ruby paint. His long hair was matted and crusted with it, as were his silks.

“I’ll spare them.” Harry said, suddenly standing before Dumbledore in a blink. “But, I want my ring.”

Dumbledore nodded.

Charlie felt like he couldn’t breathe. How had he moved so fast? Harry fucking terrified him. How was Dumbledore able to withstand it?

“Sirius,” Harry smiled, looking past the old wizard. “Why are you hiding from little old me for, Godfather?”

“You all go,” Remus said. “I’ll treat and oblivate them.”

“Shouldn’t you be hiding from the Ministry, Godfather?” Harry asked, eyes burning with a crazed sense of humor. “We don’t want them soul suckers in black to give you a big kiss now do we?”

Sirius knew that Harry was playing with him. It was like he was actually saying. “You weren’t there for me and now I’m going to make you suffer as I have suffered.”

“Come back to the castle as soon as you are done, Remus.” Dumbledore said, leading the way to the backdoor.

“Come on, Charlie.” Harry grinned at him. “You can hold my hand and make sure I don’t lose myself along the way.”

Charlie could only look at the beautiful monster and fought not to whimper like a frightened dog. He almost jumped when Harry held out a blood stained hand for him to take hold of.

He slowly took a hold of Harry’s hand and Harry followed him out the back door. They had gotten here by Portkey.

“Hmm,” Harry said. “I guess that’s a good thing, otherwise, this place would be in flames right now.”

Charlie shivered.

“Cold?” Harry asked, his smile making him look bloody evil.

Charlie lied. “Yes.”

Harry giggled and put a sharp talon on the Portkey. It was a stone cat figure. A pussy led to his prison. That was just funny.

Sirius, Moody, and Charlie did the same, only they used fingers. A few seconds past and they were suddenly gone.

I love magic…

TBC…

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