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-Two

Feels like, I’m standing in a timeless dream
Of light mists, of pale amber rose
Feel’s like, I’m lost in a deep cloud of heavenly scent
Touching, discovering you

--Donna Lewis

Past

It was finally Christmas day and the world outside the window pane was covered in a breathtaking cloak weaved of glittering white snow. Harry’s green eyes were dazzled by the billions of sparkling diamonds as they fluttered by on cold wings.

He would not be spending Christmas with the Weasley’s. It was a real pity, he had wanted to meat Charlie’s boyfriend. In fact, none of the students would be going home for this Christmas. Tonight was the Yule Ball and he was filled magical excitement. He couldn’t wait to see how beautiful the Great Hall was going to look. Plus, he couldn’t wait to dance with his man.

Oh! He had called Cedric, his man! He put his hands to his mouth and laughed. It made him feel so warm being able to say something like that.

He had received gifts from his friends and a new sweater from Mrs. Weasley. He had even received a letter from Sirius, telling him well done with the Horntail, and telling him to keep his eyes open for anything unusual. It made him happy and relieved that his Godfather was still well. He hoped he was someplace warm and taking care of himself as well.

He turned away from the snowy world outside the frost covered window and went to stand in front of the unopened gift on his bed. The small present was wrapped in shiny green wrapping paper with a big gray bow on top. It was so pretty, he feared to disturb it.

“Well?” A voice asked from behind him, causing him to turn around. “Aren’t you going to open it yet? You’ve been looking at it like that all day, Harry.”

It was Ron. He was standing in front of the open door with his hands on his hips, looking at him with some impatience.

“I don’t see what all the fuss is about, Ron.” He told him, smiling at him. “I like your dress robes. They look like something from out of a gothic romance novel.”

Ron returned the smile. It was drier than the Sahara.

“Open your gift,” he said, fixing his collar and his frilly golden sleeves. “And get dressed.”

Harry nodded his head, watching him leave the room once more. He turned back to his present, picked it up, and carefully opened it. Inside was a small black box that needed to be opened.

He put a pale hand over the tiny silver clasp and opened it up. His eyes immediately fell in love with what was inside. It was so simple and yet it was so very beautiful. Cedric had gotten him a silver bracelet with a golden snitch charm. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

He put it on, held it up to the light, and watched it sparkle. His heart was beating with warmth. He took a moment, glancing at the clock on the wall to see what the time was. He only had an hour to get ready. So, he got to racing.

Forty minutes later, he was standing in front of the mirror, not recognizing himself yet again. Was he starting to become vain? Oh, he hoped not. That simply took up way too much time.

Cedric called him beautiful all the time and Rita called him a wild beauty. He cocked his head toward the light and smiled with pearly white teeth. He really wanted to make himself look perfect for Cedric.

He put his fingers to his eyes, whispering the spell that Charlie had used and removed his fingers. The dark eyeliner looked natural and made his green eyes really pop out.

He took two steps back from the looking-glass, running his hands through his wild raven black locks. He manipulated them to curl and twist like he had seen in once of Charlie’s fashion magazines. It had been called something like, Sorceress Looks.

He looked at himself once more and decided that it would have to do. He adjusted his glasses, wishing he could somehow make his stupid scar fade away. Hmm, he wished he could do something about his glasses, too.

“Wow!” A voice whistled from the door. “You look really nice.”

It was Neville.

Harry turned away from his reflection with a bright smile. “You look really nice, too, Neville.”

“There is just one little thing that’s wrong though,” Neville grinned, holding up his index finger.

“What?” Harry asked, spinning back to face his reflection.

Neville chuckled, walking over to fix his collar. “There ya go.”

Harry blushed. “Was that all?”

Neville nodded his head. “Cedric will be knocked out of his shoes.”

Harry bit his bottom lip in nervousness. “You don’t think I’ve overdone it?”

Neville shook his head. “He’ll be a sexy limp noodle in your arms.”

Harry laughed. “Before or after I mop him up?”

That made Neville snort. “You’re such a beautiful person, Harry.”

Harry looked at him.

“Don’t ever let anyone make you feel less that what you are,” he said.

Harry nodded, hugging his friend. Where in the world had that come from? “Thanks, Nev.”

Neville smiled. “Ron is having a small heart-attack down in the Common Room.”

“What?” Harry asked, putting Cedric’s gift in his pocket after putting his new bracelet on his other wrist. “Why?”

“Didn’t he tell you?” Neville asked with big eyes. “Krum wants him to be his partner in the first dance.”

“Oh,” Harry said, following him out the door. “Talk about waiting till the last minute.”

Neville chuckled. “Hermione and Ginny are teasing him mercilessly.”

“I bet,” Harry laughed. “What about Fred and George?”

“He threw chess pieces at them,” he said.

Harry cocked a brow. “Are they all right?”

Neville grinned. “The chess pieces are fine.”

“Oh, good,” Harry said, rolling his eyes, loving Neville’s humor.

The two of them entered the Common Room, finding that it was completely empty. The two of them looked around with wide eyes.

“Uh oh,” Neville said, jumping when the clock began to ding on the mantle above the fireplace.

Both teens took off racing with their robes flapping like wings.

~*~

The Great Hall was like an enchanted Winter Wonderland, literally. Glittering white snow was falling from the ceiling that was magically made to look like the snowy sky outside. The walls were designed to look as if they were covered in luminous ice and all the evergreens were alit with faerie-fire. Huge icicles were also hanging down from the enchanted ceiling as well. It looked like one giant ice palace.

“Beautiful,” Professor Dumbledore said, smiling as he passed by Harry’s hiding place. “It looks just like the Snow Queen’s summer palace.”

Professor McGonagall smiled. “This is our best yet.”

Harry peaked around his icy pillar with searching eyes, looking for Cedric among the throngs of students. He was nowhere to be seen at the moment. His heart was beating like a drum on crack.

“Welcome,” Dumbledore said, voice loud yet softer than the falling snow that never touched the floor. “To our first Yule Ball in many long years.”

Students clapped and Harry paid little attention. He looked to see that Draco was standing with his posy, looking smug as ever for some reason. For all the prick’s sliminess, he did look rather nice.

“Champions!” Professor McGonagall announced. “May I have all the champions, please?”

The light fell on Fleur and she looked like a goddess. She was wearing a beautiful gown made out of snow white, petal soft silk. It made her look even taller and her long white hair was shinier than ever. She smiled and held out a gloved hand for the Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team to take. His name was Roger Davies. He paled next to her.

Krum was standing a few feet away from her and had Ron at his side. Ron was blushing and the two of them looked so very cute. Krum led the radiant redhead up to stand beside the other two.

The enchanted light moved around and fell right on Harry’s heart. He looked so handsome, standing there in the falling silver snow. Those smoky gray eyes were glowing like quartz crystals. He had such a warm smile on his golden face. He held out a golden hand and another beam illuminated Harry with a pale light. It made Harry blink. How had he known where he was?

It was as if a gong had gone off all round, announcing his presence, because all eyes had fallen on him. The enchanted snow swirled around him in glittering sparkles, making his ruby-black cloak flutter. He stepped forward as if gliding on ice, walking towards him, putting his white hand in the bigger golden one.

“You’re wearing it,” Cedric smiled, squeezing the smaller hand in his.

The world seemed to fade away and all Harry could see was Cedric. Nothing else seemed to matter at all. He stood up on tiptoe, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, and the music began to play.

Cedric took the small teen in his arms and the two of them began to glide across the floor amidst the falling snow. The two of them were in complete sync with each other’s steps. It was like they were fluid.

The whole hall was in a hushed awe as the school’s champions had their dance.

Harry could hear the soft whispers, but paid them no mind. He was in Cedric’s arms and that was all that really mattered. He could not look away from those loving eyes that held his gaze by the heart.

He was drowning in those smoky pools and Cedric felt the same. The smell of jasmine assaulted Harry and he was spun around in a snap of cloak.

He threw his head back, laughed, and Cedric spun him back around into his powerful arms. He was so happy and felt so free.

Dumbledore was smiling with a silver twinkle in his sky blue eyes as Cedric lifted Harry up in the air. He was so happy for Harry. The young man looked as if he could take flight without a broom at any moment.

The two of them glided across the floor in graceful circles, spinning like the stars in the midnight sky.

Krum and Ron had been a little clumsy in the beginning, laughing it off, but they had looked so cute.

Fleur was a spinning goddess of snow, glowing with a cold light in Roger’s arms. She possessed such an untouchable beauty. It was cold and uncaring.

Harry put his head against Cedric’s warm chest as the song became slower. He had his hands clasped behind his neck.

“You’re so beautiful, Harry Potter,” Cedric sang in his ear, squeezing him. “I love you.”

Harry looked up at him with amazing green eyes that startled Cedric’s breath from his lungs. “I love you more, Cedric Diggory.”

Cedric gave him a really goofy grin and Harry kissed him just as the song came to a close. The kiss must have been a long one because Dumbledore had to clear his throat in order to get their attention. Some of the students were snickering and the ball soon fell into full swing.

~*~

Hermione looked beautiful in her blue gown. Her hair was straight and in an attractive looking bun on her head.

The Weird Sisters were raising the roof with their songs as she danced with Neville and Ginny. She looked to see that Krum was trying to teach Ron some kind of intricate dance step, but the redhead kept falling into his arms. She rolled her eyes. Ron was so screwing up on purpose.

She poked Ginny on the arm, pointing to her left. She looked to see that Cedric was handing Harry a crystal goblet full of sparkling red punch. It looked like blood in the light. She shook her head.

“What?” Hermione asked in some confusion as to why Ginny was looking at Harry like that.

“Nothing,” Ginny smiled, watching the crimson liquid sparkle as the two made some kind of a toast.

A sense of dread filled her and she shuddered, acting like it was only a cold chill. She was having a really good time and didn’t want to do anything to ruin it.

“I love your gown,” Hermione smiled and Neville nodded his head. “Green looks really good on you.”

~*~

“Oh, wow!” Cedric said after he opened up the golden box, revealing an emerald studded earring. “I’ll have to pierce my ear.”

“You won’t have to,” Harry smiled, taking it from him. “There is a charm on it.”

Cedric lowered his head, lending Harry his ear. “I love it, Harry.”

Harry put the twinkling emerald in place and kissed his cheek. “I’m glad.”

It made Cedric grin.

“Would you like to go for a stroll through the gardens?” Cedric asked, offering him his muscular arm. “Or, would you prefer to dance until our feet run away from us?”

Harry put on a really cute thoughtful face. “Well, I do love to dance, Mr. Diggory…”

“I know,” Cedric sighed in mock aggravation. “My feet can feel it.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’ve not stepped on your feet once.”

Cedric laughed, dodging the playful punch.

“I can try and give them a massage later,” Harry told him, taking his offered arm.

“Oh?” Cedric asked, looking down at him with a grin, leading him back inside to where the dancing was going on.

~*~

The hairy Weird Sisters had the supernatural ability to flawlessly change songs like the wind changed direction. They played their enchanted musical instruments to perfection and their polished voices filled the hall, setting a haunting mood. They were no beauties, but their voices made up for their looks. Plus, it was what was in the heart that counted anyways.

Cedric put his hands on Harry who did the same. The two of them began to dance among the flickering faerie-lights that decorated the Christmas trees. They seemed to only have eyes for each other as they danced to the beat of the song.

The lead singer for the band stepped forward, looking out, spotting the two young lovers. A gnarled smile graced her not so very pretty face. It looked as though the two of them were dancing within an enchanted forest made of ice and magic. She looked back at her sisters and they opened their mouths.

We’re walking in the air
We’re floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly

Harry could smell the scent of jasmine on Cedric’s golden flesh. It was intoxicating when he was this close to him. He had this urge to just rip his silk shirt open, expose his muscular chest, and breathe him in.

I’m holding very tight
I’m riding in the midnight blue
I’m finding I can fly so high above with you

Cedric looked up to see that an enchanted moon was shining down, making the falling snow glitter like silver diamonds in the air. He lowered his lips, kissing Harry on top of the head. He was so happy in this moment. All his dreams were coming true. He wanted an eternity of these happy moments. He was the luckiest guy in the whole world. He was holding true love in his arms.

Far across the world
The villages go by like trees
The rivers and the hills
The forest and the streams

He pulled Harry close, winking at Cho as she waved to him. She was dancing with another Ravenclaw. The guy’s name slipped his mind. She looked happy. That was all that really mattered.

Children gaze open mouthed
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes their eyes.

The three sister’s voices echoed all around, harmonizing as a single voice. It was flawless, perfect, and pitched like a goddess’s.

He felt Harry place a tender kiss on his breast and it made him nearly stumble. He loved Harry. He loved him more than anything. He would do anything to prove it.

Molten green jewels looked up at him from under long black lashes that seemed to flutter like the gentle wings of a butterfly. The look on Harry’s beautiful bone white face had him nearly panting.

He gave Harry a gentle squeeze and the two of them began to glide around in circles under the magical light of the moon. Their cloaks billowed and snapped around them as Cedric went one way and Harry went the other, holding hands all the while. It had some people stopping and watching. They were really good.

We’re surfing in the air
We’re swimming in the frozen sky
We’re drifting over icy
Mountains floating by

Harry laughed and Cedric was smiling as their feet carried them through the blinding, falling snow.

Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Arousing of a mighty monster from its sleep

A drum went off like thunder and the whole hall was filled with spinning, twirling, and dancing bodies. Even the school spirits were dancing with each other above the sparkling trees.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were among the dancing throng. The two of them had to admit, this was their best Yule Ball to date.

Harry put a hand on one of Cedric’s arms and began to lead the dance himself. He might have been smaller than Cedric, but, he was the more experienced dancer. Cedric just followed right along with his steps.

“What are we doing?” Cedric asked over the wild music and the beating drums that echoed all around like booming thunder.

Harry grinned. “It’s a secret.”

The Weird Sister’s haunting voices followed right along after them as they secretly left the Great Hall. All three of them looked at each other with knowing eyes. It had been a long time since they had sung in the presence of true love.

We’re walking in the air
We’re floating in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly

The final sounding of the drum went off and the three sisters bowed their heads. The whole hall exploded into whistles and thunderous applause.

~*~

“Harry?” Cedric asked, following along behind the smaller teen who was leading him by the hand up several flights of moving steps. “Where in the world are we going?”

“You’ll see,” Harry grinned, waiting for the staircase to take them around to the other flight that he needed.

“Wow!” Cedric said, seeing that Harry really seemed to know his way around. He had never been up this way before. “Are we even allowed to be doing this?”

“I don’t know,” Harry giggled, turning back to look at him as he lead him down a really long hallway that was littered with whispering paintings. “But, isn’t this fun?”

Cedric nodded. “You sure do seem to know your way around this place, huh?”

Harry nodded. “Three years of breaking rules and discovering all sorts of things someone like me shouldn’t know about.”

That little confession had Cedric laughing. “I can only imagine.”

“Good,” Harry smirked. “The reality is probably even scarier.”

Cedric pouted. “How scary are we talking here?”

“We’re here,” Harry announced, suddenly stopping in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

“Huh?” Cedric asked, looking at her and then behind him. “How in the world did we get here?”

“Like we always do, silly,” Harry told him.

“Oh, Harry,” The Fat Lady said, smiling down at him. “Don’t the two of you look spiffy?”

“Thanks,” he said, grinning up at her. “Is it all right if I bring my boyfriend inside?”

“Well,” the Fat Lady said, chewing on her bottom lip. “I’m not really supposed to allow it, but, I know you’re a good boy…”

“Pretty please,” Harry asked with great big eyes. “I promise we won’t do anything bad.”

“Oh, all right,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But, we shall keep this a little secret between the two of us.”

Harry nodded his head. “I won’t tell a soul.”

He said the password and she swung open, admitting them to the Common Room. There was a warm fire still burning in the fireplace and Cedric whistled. He really liked the place. It was so warm and welcoming.

“Come on,” Harry said, taking him by the hand. “Nobody should be back for a really long time and I can sneak you out under my invisibility cloak.”

Cedric nodded, letting Harry lead him up a flight of stairs. Were they going to his room? Oh, he was going to get to see what Harry’s room looked like. It was so exciting.

“Nice,” Cedric said, as Harry closed the door, setting a small charm on it. He didn’t want anybody being able to enter without him being able to throw Cedric in the closet or kick him under the bed first.

“Thanks,” Harry smiled, walking up behind him, pushing him forward.

“What the,” Cedric tried to say, stumbling a little. He lost his balance and fell onto the bed that had his house blanket on it. He rolled over to see Harry looking at him with sparkling green eyes.

His breath left his lungs when Harry’s cloak fluttered to the floor at his feet. He watched him step out of his dress boots to loom above him like a pale cloud that flickered with emerald lightning.

“Harry?” He asked with a raw voice, moving to get up only to have a pale hand push down on his chest.

“I want to feel you.” Harry said in a whispering tone and it sent delightful chills galloping like a herd of unicorns down his spine. “Let me feel you?”

Cedric’s eyes widened in slight shock and mounting excitement when Harry suddenly ripped his shirt open. It made him jump and he scooted back when Harry began to straddle his waist.

He trembled as those pale hands began to feel him. They were so cool, like water, as they ghosted along his heated flesh.

“What’s gotten into you Harry?” He moaned, gasping when Harry grinded down on top of his mounting erection. His left nipple was being pinched by a very teasing thumb and index finger.

“You,” Harry smiled with blood red lips, grinning with really white teeth.

He hurried and untied his cloak and scuttled out of his shirt so Harry wouldn’t rip it anymore. How in the world was he going to explain that to people who asked?

“I want to be so close to you I can’t stand it,” Harry said, planting kisses all along his neckline. “No matter how close you hold me, I still feel like we’re miles apart.”

Cedric suddenly rolled over so that he was on top. He looked down into those burning emerald orbs that were filled with such sadness and longing.

“Harry, I’m right here,” he said, pressing gently down on the smaller teen’s beating heart. “We can’t get any closer than that.”

“I know that,” Harry smiled, tears spilling from his eyes. “But, that’s not what I mean.”

“Well, what do you mean?” Cedric asked, kissing the tears away, wishing he could get to his wand so he could turn them into pearls for him.

Harry moved his hand, and Cedric froze when that hand gripped his bulge and squeezed.

“I want to feel you.” Harry told him again, gently rubbing it, making him shiver with so much want. “Let me feel you…in me?”

Cedric couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was Harry really ready to move on into that part of their relationship?

“Harry,” Cedric smiled, fighting not to buck his hips forward into that teasing hand. “I would love to do this more than anything with you…but…are you really ready?”

“I don’t know,” Harry said, closing his eyes, feeling so embarrassed, letting him go. “I just know that I never want you to leave me.”

Cedric put his lips to his and kissed him with a scorching heat that made their two soul’s hum. He gently pulled his mouth away and Harry had the most beautiful expression on his blushing face.

“We can go years without ever doing this, Harry,” Cedric told him, smiling, running a hand through his black locks. “And I will never leave you or pressure you into thinking that we have to have sex in order to make this work. I love you and that’s all that really matters, right?”

Harry smiled. “Really?”

Cedric nodded. “When you know for sure and we both feel like its right…then we’ll feel both of each other.”

“I’m sorry.” Harry apologized, leaning up, kissing him on the cheek. “I can be really stupid sometimes.”

“I love every part of you, Harry.” Cedric told him honestly, moving so he could set up. “What made you feel like we needed to have sex?”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“It’s okay,” Cedric smiled, seeing that he was just as hard as he was. “We don’t have to have sex, Harry.”

Harry gazed down at the golden hand that was gently rubbing him. It made Cedric smile at the way Harry was looking at him. There was so much heat in those burning green stars.

“Lie down,” Cedric cooed, sitting up on his knees.

Harry scooted back so that his head was on his pillow. A shiver ran through his body when Cedric’s face loomed over his hard-on.

“Lift your hips,” Cedric said, gently tugging on his black dress pants like a puppy.

Harry laughed. “Whatever you say, Master.”

Cedric snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“Love me?” Harry asked, gasping when he was suddenly freed for Cedric to see his blushing rose.

Cedric looked up from the pale pink flower with a smile on his wolfish face. “I love you more than more than more, Harry.”

Harry gripped the sheets when that honest tongue…

“Remind me to give you that foot massage when you’re done torturing me,” Harry gasped, grabbing two fistfuls of sandy blonde hair.

Cedric lifted his head, snickering as he licked his lips. “As if I would ever let you forget.”

~*~

“Harry?” Cedric asked him from under the invisibility cloak. “Have you figured out your egg yet?”

Harry shook his head. “Be quiet. I don’t want to get caught. Can you imagine all the questions and the snickering?”

Cedric grinned. “I’ll send you an owl.”

“Huh?” Harry asked, nearly bumping into George. “Stop…”

Both teens froze. It looked like George was going to back up into them.

“Quick,” Harry said, starting around him.

Cedric had to keep his hands over his mouth. He was fighting not to laugh. This was super exciting and he just wanted to throw the thing off and laugh at everyone’s stunned faces for some odd reason.

Look, he mentally shouted at the top of his lungs, It is I, Cedric Diggory, in your Common Room!

He could only imagine how many curses would be hurled at him all at once, too. He probably wouldn’t be able to leave the hospital wing for a month.

“Oh, thank the gods,” Harry said, throwing the invisibility cloak off once they were through the portrait and safely on the other side. “I thought we were going to be caught for sure.”

“Eh,” Cedric snorted, running his hands through his messed up hair. It was all over the place and yet Harry’s looked even lovelier than ever. He had to know his secret. “It would have been fun.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

“I’ll owl you,” Cedric said, pulling him into a hug, ignoring how the Fat Lady was grinning at them. “We’ll get together on a free night and I’ll help you with your egg.”

Harry blinked. “You figured it out?”

Cedric let him go, putting a finger to his bottom lip. “Perhaps…”

“Wow!” Harry exclaimed. “You really are a good wizard. I’ve not even looked at the annoying thing.”

Cedric waved it away. “Aw, Shucks, Harry.”

“So, you figured out what the scream was?” He asked, cocking a brow at the badly performed Green Acres accent.

“You could say that,” Cedric said, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll send you an owl and we’ll take a bath together.”

Harry nodded and then nearly melted right there. “A bath?”

“Of course,” Cedric grinned. “You wash my back and I’ll wash yours.”

“How can we do anything if we’re naked together?” Harry asked, trying not get hard just thinking about it.

“Oh, we can do lots of things, Harry.” Cedric laughed. “Even after you figure out what that egg is.”

Harry wanted to argue, but, he decided against it. The two of them kissed and Harry caught the emerald twinkle of the earring he had given Cedric when the taller teen turned to walk off. He was happy that Cedric had been able to spell his shirt back together. He didn’t want people to think that they had done something naughty. He waved and jumped when the Fat Lady spoke.

“Funny how his hair is a mess and yours is not…”

Harry blushed and spun around. “You think so?”

She nodded and then chuckled.

~*~

Present

Dumbledore kept on with the talking and Harry kept on with the ignoring. What in the world was the old man talking about? He didn’t know and he didn’t care. He just kept on agreeing with the fool.

Where is it, he asked himself, Where have you hidden it at you old fool? I know you have it in here somewhere. I know I’ve seen it.

He leaned back in Dumbledore’s great winged chair and put his booted feet up on the professor’s cluttered desk. The look on the man’s face caused Harry’s blood to chill with pleasure.

“I have a question,” Harry told him, looking around, sweeping a critical eye around the room once more. “I killed that bastard’s snake. She was looking for something.”

He noticed the subtle change in the wrinkles around Dumbledore’s twinkless blue eyes.

“She kept hissing about a prophecy,” he said, looking at his glossy pink nails. “I didn’t really get much else after that because I was too busy bathing in her blood and hacking her to pieces.”

The look on Dumbledore’s face made him grin with razor sharp fangs. Oh, he was having so much fun.

“Well, all these little glass orbs kept falling and busting over my little head, you see,” he told him, suddenly on his feet in a sharp hiss of flowing silk. “There were slight whispers from each one, but they made no sense to me whatsoever. It was either that I didn’t understand them, or I was simply too busy having fun.”

“Having fun?” Dumbledore asked.

“Of course,” Harry smirked, and it was crueler than a winter’s chill. “Killing that bastard’s pet caused him some serious pain.”

“You think so?” Dumbledore asked.

Harry nodded. “Oh, I know so, dear Professor.”

Dumbledore could literally see the sarcasm dripping like venom from those pearly white fangs. Dear? Indeed.

“Now,” Harry said, walking around the desk, hair billowing like dark storm clouds as he moved. “That snake bitch was there looking for a prophecy. Why? What kind of prophecy?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Harry.” Dumbledore told him matter of fact. “I’m just as in the dark as you are.”

“In the dark?” Harry asked, smirking, dancing around in graceful circles in front of the burning logs in the massive fireplace, having his shadow dance all along the room in the light. “I know what’s in the darkness, Professor, and you’re not there.”

Dumbledore crossed his arms across his chest. “Do you understand what I told you, Harry?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry said, wanting to do nothing more than pluck his eyes out and juggle them into the burning flames. “Don’t torture the teachers, don’t slap the ghosts, and don’t kill the students…blah, blah, blah.”

Dumbledore nodded.

“Where is the prophecy, Professor?” Harry asked, standing in front of the desk, putting a sharp talon down where he had seen the prophecy earlier. “It was right here. I saw it.”

Dumbledore sniffed.

“Don’t!” Harry snapped like a razor wire whip, sitting down on the edge of the desk, fighting not grind his talons into the woodwork. It was so pretty. “Lies will get you nowhere, as you well know.”

He threw his head back and howled with laughter.

“Tell me,” he commanded, on his feet, gliding towards him. “And I’ll promise to the best of my abilities not to seriously injure anyone.”

“The prophecy is no longer in my care,” Dumbledore told him.

Harry froze. “What?”

“It is just as I said, Harry,” Dumbledore said, not taking his eyes off him. “The prophecy is no longer in my care.”

“Okay,” Harry said, staying where he was. “Who is taking care of it then?”

Dumbledore shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?” Harry screamed, stomping his sharp heel down on the marble floor, causing it to crack, and he quickly calmed himself with an amused chuckle that flew in from out of nowhere. “I mean, what do you mean you don’t know who is taking care of it.”

Dumbledore looked down at his ruined floor and sighed. It looked like he was going to have to get that fixed to. Harry was so expensive.

“Why is it so important to you, Harry?” Dumbledore asked.

Harry tapped a talon against his left arm. “Answer my question first…Or I’ll break something else.”

“Another member of the order took it in secret.” He said, nodding his head. “Nobody knows who took it and that’s the way it shall remain.”

Harry scoffed and then laughed out loud. “You know who has it. You have to know everything or nothing is right in your little world. You know where it is. How could you not?”

Dumbledore didn’t take his eyes off him.

“You have this master plan and you know where all the pieces are, don’t you?” Harry said, suddenly floating right in front of him. “Well, guess what?”

Dumbledore didn’t open his mouth.

Harry leaned his face forward and his breath smelled like roses in full bloom. “I said, guess what, Professor.”

Dumbledore didn’t even gulp. “What, Harry?”

“I have a plan to,” he grinned, patting the professor on his left cheek with a pearly white hand. “And if someone is standing in my way…no matter who they are…I will seriously hurt them. And if they really piss me off, I will kill them.”

“Is that so?” Dumbledore asked.

“What kind of question is that?” Harry asked, puffing out his chest, mocking him. “Is that so?”

He snorted, pushing the professor away from him. “Are you stupid or something? I could kill you and tear this bitch apart looking for it if I wanted to.”

Dumbledore steadied his balance, mentally telling a screeching Fawkes that he was all right. “Then why don’t you, Harry? I’m sure it will help your little plan along.”

“Hmm,” Harry said, looking around the room. “You really are pissing me off? I really do wonder why I’m not dangling you from the ceiling by your smaller intestines.”

“Vivid,” Dumbledore said. “Just like all your other gruesome talk.”

“Talk?” Harry asked, cocking his head to the side. “Talk?”

Dumbledore nodded. “You’re just trying to scare me, Harry.”

Harry grinned and suddenly had the old man by the throat, lifting him off his feet. “Am I talking now? Oh, don’t answer that. Just tell me where the prophecy is and I won’t squeeze until your eyes pop out.”

Dumbledore immediately had his wand pointed at Harry’s chest and a beam of blue light struck the teen in the chest, sending him flying backwards with a shrill snarl. He fell to the floor with a smack.

Harry smashed into the desk, scattering objects all over the place. He looked up at the dazed professor who was stumbling to his feet, telling the phoenix to calm down.

“Wow!” Harry said, sitting up on the desk, clapping his talons. “That actually succeeded in annoying the hell out of me, well done.”

“Don’t threaten me, Harry.” Dumbledore told him, holding the wand on him like he had once done a feral dragon. “Don’t ever threaten me unless you really mean it.”

“I will find that orb, Professor,” Harry told him, standing in front of the door in a blink.

Dumbledore spun around, curse ready to be spelled.

“And when I do,” he said, backing up through it like a phantom. “I will take my revenge.”

“Where are you going?” Dumbledore asked.

“I don’t know,” Harry lied, letting a tear spill from his left eye.

It made Dumbledore’s heart ache with pity and something else.

“I’ll keep my promise,” he said, smiling a sad smile. “I won’t let any of the students see me.”

Dumbledore nodded and saw that he was gone. He lowered his wand and dropped his head. His throat was killing him.

“I’m okay,” he told his phoenix friend. “Everything is fine. Everything will be fine.”

~*~

The full moon was high in the sky and a warm wind blew across the moor. It sent the silver mist rolling like great ocean waves along in the air.

“What is it, Amos?” Mrs. Diggory asked. “Do you hear something?”

He stood in front of the door, looking out. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” She asked, stepping up beside him.

“That voice?” He asked. “Do you hear that singing?”

In this world you tried
Not leaving me alone behind
There’s no other way
I’ll pray to the gods: let him stay

She shook her head. “No, I don’t.”

“Hmm,” he said.

“Come on to bed, dear.” She told him, having him close the door. “Let the faeries have their fun. It is the full moon after all.”

“I will in a bit,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. “You go on.”

She nodded. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He told her, watching her walk like a pale ghost from the room.

He turned around and made his way over to set in the chair before the dark fireplace. He looked up at the picture of his son, smiling with pride. He sat there for along time, remembering.

“You did good,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m so proud of you, son.”

“You should be,” a sad voice whispered from beside him. “He was everything and so much more.”

Amos turned his head to the side with a start and his eyes widened. He was gazing into the face of his dead son’s extremely beautiful lover. It was Harry Potter.

“Harry?” He asked, seeing the tears in those molten green emeralds. They were spilling down his bone white face like silver streams of starlight. “What?”

“I love him.” Harry said, gazing at him through tears. His long black hair was curling and coiling all around his startling face.

The man slowly got to his feet and Harry stepped away from him. He looked the young man over with unbelieving eyes. It was like he was looking at some dark angel or some fallen god.

“I want him back.” Harry whispered, blowing some kind of shimmering powder in Cedric’s father’s face.

“Harry?” Amos said, breathing the stuff in and falling forward.

Harry held out his arms, catching the falling man. He held him ever so tight, telling the unconscious man that it would all be all right. He was going to get Cedric back. Everything was going to be wonderful again.

Harry gentle carried the man over and laid him on the sofa. He took a shuddering breath and did what he had to do. The spell would keep him from remembering anything that had happened.

The mist swirled around him like ghosts as his haunting form walked across the moor and he held the pinky close to his heart. He looked up at the silver moon, letting his haunting voice spill from his garnet red lips.

Made me promise I’d try
To find my way back in this life
I hope there is a way
To give me a sign you’re okay
Remind me again
It’s worth it all
So I can go home

TBC…

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