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 Twenty-One

You calm the storms
And you give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won’t let me fall
You still my heart
When you take my breath away
Would you take me in?
Take me deeper now

--LIFEHOUSE

Snow had descended upon Hogwarts and all the students were being taught how to dance. The Yule Ball was coming up and everyone was all in a tizzy about it, too. Many could not wait to wear their finest robes while others were dreading it with a passion.

Poor Ron had been chosen to be an example for talking during instruction. He now had to be Professor McGonagall’s dance partner and it was hilarious. The redhead had two left feet.

“Mr. Weasley!” Professor McGonagall barked angrily at him. “You dance on the floor, not on my toes!”

Everyone in the room howled with laughter at his expense. He blushed something furious. It was not his fault that he did not know how to dance. No one had ever taught him how.

“Quit laughing, Harry!” Ron snapped at him. “It’s not funny at all.”

“Oh, yes it is,” Harry snorted, playfully punching him in the shoulder. “She’ll be walking funny for days.”

Ron rolled his eyes as the two of them made their way down the long staircase. They needed to hurry up and get to charms before they were charmed with a detention.

“So, Harry asked him. “Are you going to the Yule Ball with Krum?”

Ron turned to look at him and was slightly blushing. “I…I don’t know. Are you going with Cedric?”

Harry was about to tell him yes and then stopped himself. The two of them had not talked about it. He had been so busy with classes and homework that he had never asked.

Ron cocked his head to the side. “He has not asked you?”

“I think we are both just assuming yes since we are dating each other.” Harry told him. “Why ask when it is simply assumed?”

Ron bowed his head to him with a mocking grin. “But of course it is assumed, good Sir.”

The bell began to ring and the two of them turned white as ghosts. They were late!

“It’s your fault!” Ron yelled, trying to trip him as punishment. “You and your silly questions!”

Harry laughed, stomping on his foot. “I’m so sorry!”

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Charms went by like a gentle breeze and Professor Flitwick had not even seen them come in late. He had been looking for something in his desk drawer. The poor guy seemed to lose everything if it was not nailed down.

Potions, on the other hand, was going by at the pace of a slower than normal snail. Professor Snape kept droning on about the glory of potions and the fools who don’t appreciate the fine art of it all.

Harry was doing his best to keep from yawning at him. He knew how the snake simply hated it, and would call anyone on it.

“And what is your project going to be, Mr. Potter?” The slimy snake hissed, looming over him like an angry shadow.

Harry looked up at him and said it before he thought. “I’m going to recreate Snow White’s apple and feed pieces of it to all my enemies, Sir.”

Everyone in the class blinked and turned to look at him. Hermione was looking at him in open mouthed horror. What the hell?

“Is that supposed to be a joke?” Snape snarled, gliding closer, clearly not amused at all. “I don’t like jokes, Potter.”

Harry was blushing. Had he said that aloud?

“What’s a Snow White?” Malfoy asked, looking around.

“Silence!” Snape snapped, turning back to Harry. “I’ll ask you again, Potter. What is your project?”

Harry looked back up at him. “I’m going to make a Drop of Desire, Sir.”

Snape blinked and suddenly hissed at the mental image that was being beamed straight into his skull. The little brat did that on purpose!

“Detention Potter,” Snape growled, turning away in a hiss. “DISMISSED!”

Ron was laughing his ass off. “Did you see his slimy face?”

Neville nodded his head. It had been very funny.

“What was that all about, Harry?” Hermione asked him.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t really know. I just said it before I thought.”

“What’s a Snow White?” Ron mimicked Malfoy to perfection, laughing his ass off some more.

Harry snorted. “I’m going to go to the library and do some research.”

“Uh huh,” Ron smiled, winking. “I’m sure that’s what you’re going to be doing.”

Hermione pinched him. “This project is a big part of our final grade. Doing lots of research equals a higher score.”

Ron rubbed where she had pinched him. It had hurt. He was going to pinch her back but thought better of it.

Harry waved them off and began to make his way towards the library. He really was going to do research.

He was going to look up that damn egg and how to make a Drop of Desire. Plus, he might just run into Cedric along the way. He could use a little bit of sugar to get him through the scorching Desert of Study.

He had not seen his boyfriend in some time and the letters did help, but he missed those gentle arms and those lava hot kisses. He wanted to tackle Cedric to the ground and smother him with his love.

The thought of him somehow overpowering the larger teen with physical strength made him laugh. A passing ghost looked at him as if he were not quite right in the head. It only made him laugh a little louder.

He would send Cedric an owl later, asking when he had some free time. It was still snowing and he wanted to have some fun.

He opened the door to the library, making his was inside. It was as quiet as a tomb and Madam Pince’s look dared him to screw it up.

He made his way through the Dungeon of Despair and past the Swamp of Mist until he found the table in the back corner that he wanted. It was out of the way and well hidden.

He sat his things down and had a little look around. The library was huge and he wondered where he should start looking for the information he needed.

“Well, Harry,” he whispered to himself, walking down a long row of books. “You might as well get started. The information is not going to come to you.”

A few hours later, he was surrounded by a small mountain of books. They were all on potions and ancient artifacts. He was amazed at how fascinating it all was.

He had found his Drop of Desire, but nothing about the golden egg he had risked his life for. He hoped that stupid dragon become sterile. That would teach it a lesson.

He reached out and picked up a tiny little book that he recognized. It was the same one that Cedric had. It was all about Helga Hufflepuff.

He decided that he would like to learn more about Cedric’s house. So, he put the tiny book with the potion book he needed.

That stupid egg was kicking his ass. He was never going to figure it out. It was just a stupid egg with a bone hurting shriek inside.

He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. He hated riddles. Why did everything have to be some kind of damn riddle?

He shook his head, deciding to give it up for the day. He still had loads of time to get even more lost and confused.

Perhaps Cedric was having better luck than him. Well, at least he hoped he was.

He looked at the mess he had made and silently groaned. This was going to take forever and a day.

“Now,” he whispered, picking some of the books up. “Where do you guys go again?”

He wanted to run away and not look back. Well, at least the books refused to go into the wrong place when he tried it. That actually pissed him off.

He silently cursed Madam Pince. That old witch had thought of everything. It must be her scared duty in life charged to her by some cruel Library God to make students lives hell.

After he was done cleaning up his mess, he began packing his things into his bag. He would get to work on his project sometime down the road and use the book about Hufflepuff as some light reading before sleepy time.

He stopped by the Great Hall to grab himself some food to take back with him to his room. The hall was not very crowded at all. It was still being decorated, too.

He closed the door behind him and put his bag down on his desk. Ron was probably out with Krum doing all sorts of naughty things to each other. The thought of that made him giggle.

A light peck suddenly came at the window and he turned to see that it was Onyx. The handsome black owl had a letter for him.

Hedwig had gotten over her snooty snit and hooted to the other owl in greeting. The two of them must be friends or something now.

Harry took the letter from the owl and scratched him. Onyx hooted and leaned into the touch. It made Harry grin. This boy was spoiled rotten.

He gently tore open the envelope addressed to him, smiling at the handsome script. Cedric had the most beautiful handwriting in the world.

He pulled out the letter and unfolded it, seeing that it was written in golden ink. It seemed to glitter in the light.

Harry,

I’m sorry that I’ve been so busy. Classes are kicking my butt and the egg still has me stumped. I hope you’re having better luck than I am with the stupid thing.

I was wondering if you would like to meet me down at the lake at nine o’clock tonight. I have a fun surprise for you. It’s something that I like doing whenever it’s cold enough.

Let me know what you think, and if you write back yes, dress warm. I don’t want you getting sick or frostbitten on me.

Love you lots,

Cedric

Harry literally bounced over to his desk with glee and began to scribble back, writing down yes in emerald ink. He told Cedric that he loved him even more than lots and Onyx took it in his beak, soaring out the window.

He walked back over to the window to see that it was snowing once again. The ground below looked like it was covered in a white cloak.

He turned away from the window, making his way over to his closet. He opened it up and picked out he warmest clothes he owned.

He wondered if there was a charm he could make that would keep him warm when out in the cold. It would have to be properly cast because it could set his clothes on fire and that wouldn’t be very nice at all.

That would be something to look into. Oh, what about a warmth potion that could keep you warm for hours, even out in the freezing cold? That would be cool. Creating something like that would put Snape in his place.

He looked to see that it was seven and decided to go take a nice hot shower. He wanted to look fresh and smell nice for Cedric.

He couldn’t wait to see what this surprise was. He was shivering with anticipation.

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Cedric was standing in the midst of the falling snow, looking out over the frozen lake. He smiled when he felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around his waist.

“I miss you,” Harry whispered, giving the taller teen a firm squeeze.

Cedric lowered his head, frowning softly. “I missed you more.”

Harry chuckled and Cedric spun around in his arms to be the one who was holding him. He rested a rosy golden cheek on top of Harry’s hooded head.

“You smell nice,” he said, sniffing some of Harry’s freed locks.

Harry nodded his head, telling him that he did, too. He loved the way that Cedric smelled of jasmine. He wanted to bury himself in his scent.

“Have you ever been ice skating, Harry?” Cedric asked him, gently pulling away from him.

Harry looked up at him with a huge smile on his face and shook his head. He had never tried it before in his life.

“Stand very still,” Cedric told him and Harry watched in awe as he transfigured his shoes into ice skates. He then did the same to his own, too.

He slowly led Harry out onto the lakes frozen surface, telling him to hold onto him until he felt comfortable. The snow glittered like diamonds as if fell softly all around them.

“Don’t you dare let me fall,” Harry warned him with a false glare of doom.

Cedric feigned affront. “I will never let you fall, Harry.”

Harry smiled and he slowly began to get the feel of it. This was a lot of fun. It was almost like dancing.

“Are you looking forward to the Yule Ball?” Cedric asked him as he did a little spin.

Harry nodded. “Show off.”

Cedric shrugged. “It’s all for you.”

“Who do you have your eyes set on taking?” Harry asked him.

“He has these startling green eyes that look like molten emerald jewels,” Cedric told him, suddenly pulling to a stop. “He possesses this scar and I want to lick it.”

Harry slightly trembled when Cedric’s bottom lip nuzzled his lightning bolt. Those petal pink lips of his were soft and moist.

“I think Harry Potter is the most beautiful man in the whole school,” Cedric whispered, kissing the scar. “I can’t wait to dance atop clouds with him in my arms.”

“Won’t he get upset if he sees you here with the likes of me?” Harry asked him, fighting not to get hard.

Cedric’s scorching hot tongue suddenly licked the smooth flesh. “I love you, Harry…”

Harry could no longer feel the chill of winter’s icy hisses. He was so warm right now he wondered why the lake was not melting under their feet.

“I love you, too,” Harry smiled, suddenly noticing that silver balls of light were dancing around all over the lake.

“Is that a yes?” Cedric asked, looking a little sheepish.

Harry nodded his head. “I would love to show up everyone else with our killer moves.”

“All I know about Pip Pop and Hop Hip are the see-dees you let me listen to,” Cedric grinned like a dork. “And those dance steps left me sore for a week.”

Harry rolled his eyes and continued to have him show him how to skate with grace. He almost fell twice but each time Cedric was there to catch him. His confidence was growing with each successful spin.

Cedric loved how beautiful Harry looked as he spun around in the falling snow. He took him by a gloved hand and the two began to skate together once more.

Harry turned to look up at Cedric’s face and smiled. He was so happy that the dragon burns had not scarred him. Even if he had been scarred, he would only love him more than more.

“What?” Cedric asked, turning to look at him.

“I want a kiss,” Harry told him and time seemed to come to a standstill all around them.

They came to a stop and just stared into each others eyes under the falling snow. The silver orbs just danced all around them.

Cedric gently put his gloved hands on either side of Harry’s porcelain white cheeks, grinning with smoky mercury orbs. “What will you give me?”

Silver balls danced all around them as the moon peeked out from behind a passing snow cloud. The sliver storm began to softly fade as soft light filled the sky.

Harry knew that what he was about to say was corny as hell, but he said it anyway, as he put his hands on top of Cedric’s. “I’ll give you every beat of my heart.”

Cedric leaned forward until their noses were touching and turned his head to the side. He gently tasted Harry and knew that he was suddenly crying.

Tears leaked from the corners of his smoky gray orbs. He was so happy and was so afraid that he could lose him.

Harry pulled back, looking at him with wide eyes filled with concern. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Cedric pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly against his trembling breast. He tried to speak but he couldn’t.

“Cedric?” Harry asked, holding onto him. “You’re scaring me.”

“I…I was so afraid.” He managed to choke out.

Harry frowned. “Afraid? Afraid of what, Cedric?”

“Losing you,” he whispered. “Your shoulder was bleeding.”

Harry suddenly froze in his arms. Was Cedric having nightmares? That fucking dragon! He hoped it spontaneously combusted by having a bad sneeze.

“I…I…don’t…” he tried to say, but Harry stopped him with a fiery kiss.

Cedric felt like such an idiot. He was supposed to be strong and brave.

Harry released those wanting lips. “I’ll never leave you.”

“You promise?” Cedric asked, cuddling him, keeping him warm.

Harry nodded. “You did for me.”

Cedric breathed in the scent of him and sighed happily. Now maybe the nightmares of Harry screaming and being covered in blood would go away.

“You can always come to me with these things, Cedric.” Harry told him. “Don’t ever think that you can’t.”

Cedric’s feet suddenly slid out from under him and he was flat on his back with Harry on top of him. Sparkling white snow began to fall once more.

“Are you all right?” Harry asked, looking down on that handsome dazed face.

Cedric moaned. “My ego absorbed most of the impact and now it’s going to bruise something awful.”

Harry snorted, pecking him on the lips. He pushed himself up, getting to his feet.

Cedric was gazing up at him and held up his hands like a little kid. “I’ve fallen and I can’t seem to get back up, young man.”

“What will you give me?” Harry asked, putting his hands on his hips.

Cedric decided to lighten the mood he had caused. So, he bit his bottom lip and spread his long muscular legs wide, offering himself.

Harry threw his head back, howling with laughter. Everything was going to be all right now.

Cedric whipped out his wand, transfiguring Harry’s skates back into shoes and he did the same to his own, too. He put his wand away and Harry helped him to his feet.

“We should head back.” Harry said, having him to help him find his invisibility cloak.

Cedric nodded, shaking the snow off the cloak, handing it to him. Harry took it and slipped it on around his shoulders.

The two walked through a silver storm, back to the castle, hand in hand, while the silver faerie fire continued their hypnotic dance.

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PRESENT

Give me a reason to believe that you’re gone
I see your shadow so I know they’re all wrong
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay
They took you away from me but now I’m taking you home

--EVANESCENCE

Moody made his way into the Prefect’s bathroom to find Harry just as Charlie had said he would. The poor child was curled up on his side, sobbing tears that bled straight from a shattered heart.

His naked flesh was as white as bone and just as luminous as fresh fallen snow under the light of a full moon. Long curly streams of midnight colored hair seemed to fan out, flowing like a dark river made of silky cobwebs.

That ethereal, heartbreaking, beautiful face turned to look upon him with molten gems of emerald fire. The pain those frightening eyes held seemed to suck the very warmth from his bones.

“You gave Charlie quite a scare, Potter.” Moody told him in his gruff voice, seeing Charlie’s shirt and his boots on the floor.

Harry turned his haunting face away from him as a mournful note escaped through his rose colored lips. He was holding onto Cedric’s ring, forcing himself through the stabbing and twisting pain.

“Leave me,” Harry whispered like a hollow wind in the deepest of tombs. “Just leave me.”

“What will you do, Harry?” Moody asked him, clunking a little closer. “Haunt this bath for all time, screaming at any who dares to enter?”

Harry chuckled and it was bone smashing. “Perhaps I shall…maybe you’ll be my first victim…”

Moody watched as liquid darkness began to clothe Harry. It slithered around his pearly white skin like serpents. He took a step back when the youth was suddenly standing before him. He was wearing the very shadows as if they were a second skin.

His impossibly long hair was ever moving, billowing like great plumes of black smoke. Those eyes of his were docile one moment and venomous the next.

Harry took a step towards the man, smile twisted with a creeping insanity. He wanted to play catch the revolving eye. It was spinning and revolving in different directions like crazy. He wanted to scratch it out with a playful talon.

“Shiny,” Harry said, poking the magic eye, giggling as the professor stumbled back with a surprised clunk. “I wish to be alone, Professor.”

Moody could only nod his head. He could see that he would not be able to get anywhere with him like this.

Dumbledore did tell him to just watch him after all. So, that was what he was going to do. Harry was not a threat at the moment and that was a very good thing. It was a very large blessing. He did not want to do or say anything that would royally piss him off.

“Leave those,” Harry told him, stopping him from taking Charlie’s belongings. “I’ll return them to him.”

Moody nodded and clunked his way from the room. He needed a nice drink.

The door closed and Harry was all alone with his memories once more. All the echoes were like distant whispers, softly cooing to him now. He closed his eyes, imagining those strong arms holding him tight, shielding him from the cold.

He could smell the scent of jasmine and it made him smile. His bottom lip began to tremble and he fell back against the wall, holding it for support.

Kill the spare!

Green gemstones snapped open and lightning split the sky beyond the stained glass windows. The thunder that bellowed soon after had them rattling.

“Prophecy, prophecy, prophecy,” Harry mimicked that snake bitches’ retarded voice to perfection. “Where is the prophecy?”

Such a handsome boy…

That half blooded bitch had been after something. What the hell was the prophecy? Could it have been one of them glass orbs? Hadn’t he seen one of those on Dumbledore’s desk earlier?

You’re weak, Harry…

“Not anymore,” Harry smiled, beauty horribly twisted like a reflection in a warped mirror. “I’ll have you bleeding and mewling at my feet, begging me to continue wiggling my talons around in your guts.”

He walked over and stood in front of the mirror that was beautiful in its own right. The frame sparkled with golden ice.

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” his voice echoed like sweet music all around. “Who is the most vindictive of them all?”

His reflection smiled back at him and the voice that answered was deep and melodious, like a song in a dark cavern. “You are…”

He clapped his deadly talons, jumping up and down. “You are so right!”

He turned in a sharp hiss of silk, picked up Charlie’s things, and strolled through the door…literally. He had some wicked seeds to sow.

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Charlie had been given a room and he was quickly changing into some dry clothes. He was shivering and it was not from being cold.

Harry Potter had scared the shit out of him. The young man was more frightening than a full grown dragon and had threatened to tear out his heart and eat it.

He threw his wet jeans over into a corner and put on a nice pair of red cotton pajama pants. It fit him like a glove around the waist and flared out on the way down his muscular legs.

“So many lovely scars,” a spooky voice whispered from behind, causing him to spin around with a yelp.

Harry’s beautiful face was sticking out from a wall, grinning at him with a wicked red mouth that was full and seductive. He stepped through, dropping the shoes and shirt onto the bed as he walked through it like smoke.

Charlie was frozen by his fear as the ethereal monster of legends glided across the floor towards him. His breath caught when a sharp talon reached out, tracing one of his smooth pink scars that seemed to litter his chest.

That sharp talon was cold as ice and just as deadly. It glistened with a wicked silver gleam.

Harry’s eyes were burning with a freezing green flame that could scorch flesh from bone. These luminous orbs would forever haunt his dreams.

Harry’s talon began to trace another scar that on was his upper arm. He loved how this bronze flesh was marred by all these lovely scars.

It was amazing how dark Charlie was with being a redhead and all. He had to have used some kind of charm to keep from burning in the hot sun.

“Harry?” Charlie managed to gather up the needed courage to say his name in the form of a question.

“Shush,” Harry told him with an acidic glare, burning him. “I’m trying to be good and not slice open your stomach so that your guts won’t fall at me feet in a pretty splash of crimson.”

Charlie started to tremble and he broke out into a cold sweat. This seemed to delight Harry all the more. The fear was simply feeding him, fueling him.

“You really are afraid of me, aren’t you, Charlie?” He asked him, reaching up, coiling some red locks around his middle talon.

The older man gulped and nodded his head. Harry had told him to shush, and he was not about to open his mouth.

“Cedric is the only one for me, Charlie,” Harry told him, gently grazing him.

Charlie bit his bottom lip to keep from hissing. It fucking stung!

Harry smiled as he watched the little crimson droplets well to the surface. He brought his talon to his lips and had himself a little taste. It did nothing for him. Only Cedric’s blood could make him boil.

“Tell me something,” Harry said, suddenly tracing Charlie’s mouth. “Have you by any small chance seen a pretty blue ball just lying around in Dumbledore’s office?”

Charlie slowly shook his head and Harry instantly knew that he was lying. He needed that ball so he could lure that scaly bastard out and have himself a jolly gay time.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked, voice taking on an even sharper edge. “I’m going to pretend that you didn’t just lie to me and give you a second and last chance to tell me the truth, okay, Charlie?”

Charlie was silently praying for someone to come and save him from this horrible monster of desire. He was scared shitless. Would Harry really hurt him?

“Do you want to hurt me, Harry?” He caught himself asking out of the blue. “Will hurting me help ease your pain?”

Harry’s eyes widened in sudden fright and he backed away from the older man like a spooked deer. He looked around as if suddenly lost in a world of mist. It broke Charlie’s heart.

Harry seemed to gather himself and glared at him. “You bore me.”

Charlie watched him walk through a wall as if it was made of fog and that was when his knees finally gave out on him. They screamed in protest as he fell on them hard.

He had never been so scared or felt so much pity in all his life. Tears were streaming from his eyes and he held his face in his sweaty palms, weeping.

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Harry was going over everything he would need in his head, planning it all out in perfect little steps as he went to see the Wizard. It was all so simple now that he thought about it. If that bitch could do it then so could he.

Flesh, blood, and bone, hmm?

The flesh and bone would be easy. He needed that orb so he could lure out the blood. He also needed to sink his talons into Nicolas Flamel before the old fart turned to dust.

“Knock, knock,” Harry said, walking through the door to Dumbledore’s office, ignoring the pissed off gargoyle on the other side. “I’m clean now.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to post. My classes are driving me crazy and I just want to scream lots and lots. Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. It means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy.

Flora.