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-Three

Are you the one?

The traveler in time who has come

To heal my wounds and lead me to the sun

To walk this path with me until the end of time

--Within Temptation

Harry was sleepy and rubbing his eyes as he followed along behind Ron and Hermione. He was so damn tired and didn’t want to have to deal with some dumb animal this morning. He was sick and tired of those skrewts, too. One of them had burned his finger the other day and it had really pissed him off. Luckily, he had gotten to see Cedric and gotten his boo-boo kissed. So, it was all better now.

The three of them made their way down to Hagrid’s cabin where all the students were gathering for class. Snow still covered the ground and all the students were bundled up tight in warm clothes.

“Potter!” A loud voice called, making him turn to see that it was Malfoy. He was dressed warmly and had a scarf of emerald green around his pale throat. “Have you seen the morning paper?”

“No,” Harry told him crisply, wanting to ignore him. “And I don’t really care to either.”

“Why not?” Malfoy asked, smirking with acidic ire. “It has you and your boyfriend on the front page.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that!” Ron snapped, wanting to rub snow in his face until it bled.

“Oh,” Malfoy said, turning on the redhead. “I guess you thought you were hot stuff, huh, Weasley? You’re just another toy.”

Ron went silent. What did he mean by that?

“Ignore him,” Hermione advised, holding her wand. “He just wants to fight because he wasn’t the life of the party.”

“Stuff it, Mudblood!” Malfoy hissed, throwing the paper at Harry, and storming off.

Well, that was a first.

Harry picked the paper up and saw that it was him and Cedric on the front page. It was a really good picture, too. How in the world did this get in here? The article below it was by that witch, Rita. How the hell? She hadn’t been at the Ball. Had someone taken the picture of them dancing without him noticing it and then turned around and sold it to her? He closed his eyes, sighing. He couldn’t put it past someone.

HARRY POTTER FINDS HIS PRINCE!

He looked the article over, finding nothing foul or untruthful in it. Was this supposed to upset him in some way?

HAVE THEY DONE THE DEED?

That made him snort. He was so passed the stage where he cared what people thought of him. The only people he needed to impress were Cedric’s parents.

“No!” Harry called out to Malfoy, remembering how they had made out on the snake’s table in the Great Hall. “But, you’ll be the first to know if we do, Malfoy! We might even make a movie and sell it to the highest bidder!”

Hermione’s jaw hit the snowy white ground and several other students who understood what he was talking about did the same.

Malfoy spun around in the snow, looking at him with pure hatred. “What is moo-vee?”

“Good morning, class!” A stern sounding voice said, and everyone turned to see an elderly looking witch come walking around the side of Hagrid’s cabin. “I am Professor Grubbly-Plank and I shall be filling in for Hagrid today.”

“Huh?” Harry asked, folding the paper under his arm. “Where’s Hagrid?”

“He is quite ill,” she said matter of fact.

Harry looked at Ron.

“Come along,” she said, turning and leading them around the cabin, past some stables.

“I can’t believe you said that,” Hermione told him. “How much is the starting price?”

Harry rolled his eyes and then they widened when he saw the unicorn in the distance. It looked like it was tied to a lone tree.

The beautiful creature was so blindingly white it made the snow under its golden hooves look grayer than ash. The spiraling horn which protruded from its forehead was shimmering with golden light and pointing straight up to heaven. It pawed at the ground, looking at them all with molten blue eyes.

“Oh, wow,” Lavender smiled. “It is so beautiful.”

Harry noticed that Malfoy looked to be stunned into silence for once. He couldn’t seem to find one thing bad to say about it.

“How did they catch it?” He asked Hermione. “They move faster than the wind.”

“Boys keep back!” Professor Grubbly-Plank advised rather strongly. “This stunning fellow will only allow women to touch him.”

Harry pouted, but, he couldn’t take his eyes off the handsome male unicorn. He was so big and looked really powerful. That horn was as beautiful as it was deadly.

“A terrible crime to slay one,” the professor whispered. “A horrible sin…”

Harry wondered if she was talking to him or to herself, because nobody else was really listening. They were all too in thrall with the unicorn. He pretended not to remember seeing Voldemort’s shade drinking from the neck of a dead unicorn.

He decided to walk over and set down on a small patch of grass that was clear of snow so he could look the paper over. He really liked the picture of him and Cedric. It was just before Cedric picked him up and spun him around in a graceful circle. He loved the way their cloaks flapped out like wings.

He did not notice the unicorn gracefully step forward to the extent the rope would allow. It turned its massive head and lowered it. The golden horn cut through the thick rope which bound it to the tree as if it were made of paper. It reared up on its hind legs, snorting at the students.

“LOOK OUT!” Ron yelled, grabbing Hermione’s hand.

“Students!” Professor Grubbly-Plank cried in controlled panic. “Get behind me!”

“Harry!” Hermione shouted in panic as Ron pulled her away.

The unicorn took off racing right at him when he got to his feet. He was frozen to the spot when he watched how the dazzling creature lowered its horn. It was going to impale him.

He suddenly threw himself to the ground as if something took control of his legs, and threw his hands over his head to protect it. He waited in fear for those golden hooves to pummel him into a bloody pulp. The only thing was, the blows never fell. He was shaking as he lifted up his head, seeing the unicorn looking down at him like some great snow storm of blinding white light.

The unicorn snorted, nudging him on the forehead with its warm nose. Harry just stayed like that, letting the unicorn nibble on his hair.

Professor Grubbly-Plank was in shock and Ron was still recovering from nearly having a heart attack.

“Why didn’t you stop it?” Hermione hissed at the professor.

“I can’t harm a creature so pure,” the professor told her. “You of all people should know that, Miss Granger.”

“Well,” Malfoy snickered. “Now we all know who the girl is.”

The unicorn snorted, nudging Harry with its nose again. It wanted him to get up. So, Harry reached up, gently touching the warm nose. It was softer than velvet. The unicorn leaned into the touch like it was craving it.

“Be silent!” Professor Grubbly-Plank snarled at the Slytherin. “Just watch.”

Harry very slowly got to his feet and stood before the proud creature that he had once thought only existed in legends. Its mane was like blinding white sea-foam.

He put his hand on its smooth neckline and began to stroke its silky fur. For some odd reason, he wanted to hug it. So, he did.

“Oh, yeah,” Malfoy snorted. “He is so the lady.”

“Hmm,” Professor Grubbly-Plank said, smiling only to herself. That unicorn had only given one of its tail hairs, just one. It was residing in Potter’s boyfriend’s wand.

“What’s your name?” Harry whispered in those glowing white ears. They twitched and it made him laugh.

The unicorn snorted, backing away from him. It took off running, flickering like a molten hot star in the sunlight. It vanished into the forest in a spiral of snow.

Flicker…

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“Wow, Harry!” Ron exclaimed, smiling at him. “I thought that pony was going to skewer you for sure.”

Harry gave him a warm smile, filling his face with a handful of freezing cold snow. It had the redhead gagging for breath. He even made sure some went down the front of his sweater-vest, too.

Hermione laughed as she followed the two of them back up to the castle. It was so odd. The professor had said that the unicorn didn’t like males. So, why had it allowed Harry to touch it?

“I’m seriously going to murder you!” Ron snarled, chasing after Harry with a big handful of snow.

Harry laughed, dodging his chilly attacks. “Pick a number and stand in line!”

“Hey!” Hermione shouted, only to cringe when both boys tripped, falling flat. She sighed, muttering. “Look out for those snow covered steps…”

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“What are you reading?” Harry asked, taking a seat next to Ginny on the sofa. There was a really warm fire blazing away in the fireplace. He felt all warm and cozy. He wished he could curl up with Cedric right here and play with his hair.

She held the little book up and Harry instantly recognized it. It was the same little book Cedric owned. Helga Hufflepuff was smiling on the cover, holding a simple golden cup by its golden handles.

“Ah,” he smiled, putting his feet up on the table. “What’s up?”

“Do you believe in Fate, Harry?” She asked in a very quiet voice, not looking at him.

The question made him blink. Where had that come from? That was a really deep topic. Hell, there was no bottom in sight.

“What do you mean?” He asked her.

“Do you believe that everything that has happened, will happen, and will ever happen is mapped out by the stars and completely unchangeable?” She asked really quickly, biting her bottom lip.

Harry looked at her. Why was Ginny starting to sound like Professor Trelawney?

“Is something wrong, Ginny?” He asked, putting his hand on her smaller shoulder.

She shook her head. “I’m just being silly, Harry.”

“I believe everything happens for a reason,” he told her. “I don’t think I believe in coincidence.”

“Where are you going?” She asked, seeing how nice he looked for going to bed.

“I’m going to go see Cedric,” he winked, putting his index finger to his lips. “It’s a secret.”

She smiled and he looked at the clock on the mantle, telling her that he needed to run. She watched him race from the room and then a few moments later saw the portrait open all by itself.

“Have fun,” she whispered, shivering from a cold chill.

When Harry had walked away from her, she saw him naked and covered in blood. His hair had been like a river of hissing darkness, billowing all around his head like some dark storm cloud.

She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself.

What’s wrong with me?

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Harry very quietly and very carefully made his way back downstairs. It was kind of hard for him to move with ease because he was packing around a heavy ass egg. The damn thing was so annoying.

Please, he silently prayed, don’t let me drop this damn thing.

He finally found the statue of Borris the Bewildered. He was seriously going to have to teach Cedric how to give good directions. He had gotten turned around twice.

The statue looked pitiful. The poor guy looked like he couldn’t find his way out of a leather pouch. He even had his gloves on the wrong hands.

He stepped right up the wooden door, leaned in, and whispered the password Cedric had told him to use from the letter. It was “pine fresh.” Well, at least it wasn’t some candy name. The door gently opened and he quickly went inside.

He closed the door, dropped his cloak, spun around, and held his egg tight. The bathroom was glorious. He suddenly wanted to be a prefect.

The floor was marble, the tub was a huge pool, and there was a huge mirror to the right, too. He looked up to see a beautiful painting of an even more beautiful mermaid lounging on a rock with the waves playfully splashing around her.

Her skin was like a flawless pink pearl and her hair was the color of spun gold. She was combing some kind of coral shell through it. The gentle waves were lapping her luminous green tail.

“Hi,” he said, putting his egg down beside the tub. “Do you mind if I wait here for my boyfriend to show up?”

She gazed at him with big violet eyes and smiled with really sharp teeth. She gestured for him to have a seat and continued to comb her hair.

She’s very beautiful, Harry thought to himself, even if her teeth are a bit sharp.

He sat down on a wooden bench that had silver runes painted all over it. He couldn’t believe the prefects had such an awesome bathroom. It was too cool. He was so jealous.

“Oh,” Harry said, looking up. “I see you have a friend.”

There was a merman looking down at him from over the mermaid’s left shoulder. He was extremely beautiful in his own right. His hair was the color of the ocean depths and his skin was the color of bone. He had eyes like molten blue sapphires. He pushed the mermaid and she dived into the water with a shrill musical snarl.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Harry said, feeling sorry for her.

The merman shrugged and let the bright sunlight warm his pale skin and dark blue scales. He looked to be really powerful. It had to be from all the swimming or he was just painted that way.

“Ah,” a voice said from across the room. “I see you’ve met Blue as I call him.”

It was Cedric.

“He’s so vain,” Cedric smiled with really white teeth, closing the door behind him. He had a silver pale in hand and big towel draped across his broad shoulders.

Harry looked to see that “Blue” was glaring at Cedric with what he thought was hungry eyes. The merman smiled with a mouthful of deadly fangs. Oh, yeah. He wanted to eat their flesh. It made him cringe.

“Blue?” Harry asked, turning to his handsome man.

Cedric nodded. “It’s what I call him.”

Blue nodded as well. He was lounging in a very provocative way on his rock. He looked like a model for some fantasy magazine, if he were human.

Cedric leaned his head over, pecking Harry on the cheek. “Ready to crack this egg?”

Harry’s pale cheeks turned a cherry blossom pink. He wanted to crack something all right.

“Come on,” Cedric smiled, taking him by the hand. “I shall draw you a bath, Master Potter.”

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Harry soon found himself surrounded by all kinds of bubbles. There were blue ones, pink ones, green ones, purple ones, and pretty pearly ones, too.

“Okay,” Cedric said, jumping in, splashing water all over Harry. “You can turn around now.”

“Thanks,” Harry said, appreciating how Cedric had done the same for him. He didn’t want Cedric to see him all naked and he would simply melt if he saw Cedric in nothing but the mouth watering flesh he was born into.

Cedric nodded, blowing fragrant violet bubbles in his face. “Were you afraid I’d jump you and never let you go?”

Harry nodded. “I was afraid we’d never leave this room.”

Cedric smirked. “Would that be so bad?”

Harry nodded again. “They would find us eventually and publish the pictures.”

“Well,” Cedric said, floating closer to him. “We’re very much naked right now.”

Harry slowly gulped, realizing this. “Yes, yes we are.”

“And we’re in this big tub all by ourselves,” he said, spreading his arms wide.

Harry’s heart began to beat like the frantic wings of a hummingbird, fighting some strong wind. “Uh huh.”

Cedric grinned like the Big Bad Wolf who was about to steal more than a picnic basket. He rested his hands on Harry’s shoulders, looking into his big green eyes.

Harry was hard as a rock. He was so thankful for the zillions of bubbles.

Cedric leaned in ever so close and then splashed away, yelling, “You’re it!”

Harry gawked. “What?”

Cedric howled with laughter, splashing him. “Can’t catch me!”

Harry roared. “You wanna bet!”

“Come on then!” Cedric snickered, jumping back and forth, splashing at him. “I dare you to even try it.”

Harry lunged and Cedric laughed.

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“Had enough?” Harry asked, splashing him again for good measure.

Cedric was holding onto the silver railing, panting for breath. “You cheated.”

“Nope,” Harry said, crossing his arms. “I won.”

“You said go after you kicked off!” Cedric growled, turning to glare at him.

Harry nodded, poking him in the ribs. “Exactly.”

Cedric yelped and pounced on him. They both went under in a fit of boyish giggles.

The two of them came back up for air and Cedric quickly stole a kiss. The two of them were holding each other so close. All of a sudden, their cocks touched, and they jumped apart when they twitched.

Harry was looking at him with big green eyes. That soft golden flesh was sculpted like marble with muscles just as hard. He wanted to lick his tight abs and sink his teeth into those pecks.

“Harry’s so beautiful,” Cedric sang as he turned away.

Harry watched him swim up to the edge, jump up, and snatched the egg.

Harry’s eyes heated with emerald flames. He so wanted to squeeze the perfect ass he had just seen until Cedric moaned. He even wanted to bite it, too. He looked up at a sleeping Blue, betting those sharp teeth came in handy.

“Now,” Cedric said, slowly making his way back to him. “Put this under the water and open it.”

“Huh?” Harry asked, taking it from him.

“Do it,” Cedric told him.

Harry put the egg under the water like he was told and opened it. His eyes widened. The inside of the egg was glowing with some kind of silver light. What in the world?

“Okay?” Harry said, pondering. “What is it?”

“Do you hear anything?” Cedric asked, looking down at the silver light, too.

Harry shook his head and suddenly smiled as he ducked his head under the water. That was when he heard the beautiful voices that were singing from within the silver light. He had missed most of it.

“See,” Cedric said when he came back up for air.

Harry nodded. “I need to listen again.”

Cedric nodded. “Open it up once you are under.”

Harry did so and the singing was beyond beautiful. It was like hearing the voices of sirens leading sailors to their doom upon the deadly rocks.

“Come seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing above on ground,

And while you’re searching, ponder this:

We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss,

An hour long you’ll have to look,

And to retrieve what we took,

But past an hour – the prospect’s black,

Too late, it is gone, it won’t come back.”

--J.K. Rowling

He came back up, looking at Cedric with wide green eyes. What in the world? They were going to take something from him?

“Who are they?” Harry asked. “Why can’t they sing on ground?”

Cedric smiled. “What else do you think is in that lake besides the giant squid, Harry?”

Harry began to think and he had thought the voices to belong to sirens. He looked up at Blue and remembered the musical snarl the mermaid had made when he had pushed her off the rock.

“No,” Harry said, turning back to him. “There can’t be merpeople in the lake.”

Cedric beamed. “Wow, you’re faster than me.”

“No,” Harry said. “You practically told me.”

“True,” Cedric smiled. “But, I didn’t really tell you…I just coached you.”

Harry rolled his eyes. He had told Cedric about the dragons straight up and Cedric had helped him sort of figure it all out on his own. It had to be a Hufflepuff thing.

“I was going to tell you if you couldn’t figure it out,” Cedric said, taking his hand.

“We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss,” Harry repeated, squeezing Cedric’s hand. “What does that mean?”

“Merpeople are very dangerous, Harry,” Cedric told him, pulling him closer. “And they look nothing like Blue or Pearl.”

“Are they really going to take something from us?” Harry asked. “And if we don’t find it, will they really keep it?”

“I don’t know,” Cedric said.

“Wait,” Harry said, looking up at Blue. “They’re under the lake. How will we breathe?”

“Really good question and that’s part of the trial,” Cedric told him, pouting right along with him. “I’ve yet to figure that out.”

The two of them pulled apart and Harry kept looking up at Blue. He listened to Cedric make his way over to the edge.

“What will I sorely miss?” He asked himself aloud, turning to see that Cedric was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet still in the water. He had a black towel with yellow lining draped around his waist.

“It might be objects,” Cedric whispered, looking up at the high ceiling. “Or, it could be a person, too.”

Harry let out the breath he had been holding. He had been afraid of that.

“They couldn’t keep a person!” Harry suddenly fumed. “Dumbledore wouldn’t allow that.”

Cedric nodded.

“Well, since we’re both champions,” Harry said. “They can’t take you from me.”

Cedric felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest and attach itself to Harry. “I don’t know what I’d do if they took you from me.”

Harry slowly swam up to stand in front of him. He ran his palms over the bottoms of his feet, up their smooth tops, and slowly up his slightly hairy muscular legs, to firmly rest on his knees. Not once did he take his eyes off those smoky molten quartz crystals.

“I would curse that lake into an empty crater if they took you from me,” Harry told him, leaning up, licking a bead of water that had been slowly trailing down his broad chest. He smirked, seeing that there was as delicious bulge poking up from under the towel.

Cedric put his hands on top of Harry’s, leaning over, kissing him on top of his wet head. Green eyes looked up at him and he smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Harry said, moving his hands to undo the towel, only for Cedric to gently halt him.

“The only other person I can think of that I really care about that’s here at Hogwarts is Cho,” he said, kissing Harry’s smooth white fingers.

Harry’s eyes widened. Could she be taken away from Cedric? He gulped in fear. His mind suddenly turned to his friends. Could one of them be taken from him?

“I think we need to calm down,” Cedric gently advised. “We’re only going to scare ourselves sick, Harry.”

“First it was dragons,” Harry whispered. “It’s only getting worse.”

“Right now the two of us need to come up with plausible ways to breathe underwater,” Cedric said, caressing a smooth porcelain cheek that was slick with scented water. “So we can kick some merpeople tail if we need to.”

Blue made a slight screeching sound down at them. He had his muscular arms folded across his powerful chest. He was splashing his tail around, too.

“Not you,” Cedric said, sticking his tongue out at him. “You don’t count.”

Blue stuck his nose up at him and flapped his glistening fins. He suddenly let out a shrill dolphin like squeak when two hands grabbed his tail, pulling him into the water. It was Pearl. Apparently it was her turn to look at the pretty boys.

“Violent couple, huh?” Harry asked with a cocked brow.

Cedric snorted. “I think they might be twins, Harry.”

“Ah,” Harry nodded, giving her the thumbs up.

“Aw,” Cedric whined, wanting to change the mood. “The bubbles are almost gone.”

“Well?” Harry smiled, hands gliding up Cedric’s muscular thighs. “I do so like the pearly ones.”

“Oh?” Cedric asked, looking at him. “Do you now?”

Harry nodded, removing his hands. “I’ll go run some more.”

Cedric rolled his eyes as he watched him splash away. Yep, he so had that one coming.

“Come on,” Harry called, filling the tub with large pearly bubbles. “Let’s play Marco-Polo.”

“Huh?” Cedric asked, taking his towel off, and slipping back into the hot bubbly water. “What’s that?”

Harry giggled and explained.

The mermaid named Pearl watched them with a smile on her beautiful face. Her clam shells were on the smaller human.

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Present

Are you the one?

To walk with me in a garden of stars

The universe, the galaxies and Mars

The supernova of our love is true

--Within Temptation

Harry held the pinky up and the flesh just seemed to melt right off the milky white bone. A smile crossed his enchanting face as he hid it along with the rest of his treasures in the Shrieking Shack. He commanded the haunting to guard them with all the spooky powers if possessed or he would burn it to the ground. He told the bitch to jump if it understood, and it did, literally. The floor under his booted feet gave a violent rumble.

“You’re such a nice place,” he commented, walking through the shack. “I feel right at home here.”

He walked up to a slamming window and looked out. The sun was already starting to slowly rise in the sky.

“Hmm,” he said, narrowing his green eyes to slits. “It looks like I need to head back before I’m sorely missed.”

He walked through the wall, standing on air, spinning around in a hiss of flapping silk to look at the house. “Remember my words or its ashes for you.”

The window gently slid shut in response.

“Good Shack,” he giggled, playfully fiddling with Cedric’s house ring that was hanging around his neck by its golden chain. He soared up into the sky on wings of silky darkness.

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“What?” Harry asked, looking at the old man, seriously considering on just ripping his fucking head off, and kicking it into the roaring fireplace just so he could hear the flesh sizzle and watch the eyes melt from their sockets. “You want me to go with this dog where?”

“To my mansion, Harry,” Serious told him. “It is a very nice place where you can rest.”

“Rest?” Harry asked, flexing his deadly talons. “The wicked do not rest.”

“You will do this, Harry,” Dumbledore told him in a grave voice.

“I will?” Harry asked, looking at him as if he were the one losing his marbles. “And what if I refuse? What will you do? Will you tickle me into obedience with the Cruciatus Curse?”

Dumbledore paled.

“He did that, you know,” Harry told him, eyes filling with madness. “He made me scream in agony as I reached out for Cedric’s lifeless hand that could no longer help me.”

“Harry,” Sirius tried.

“Shut up!” He yelled, snarling away from his touch with a sharp hiss. “Shut the fuck up! I’m talking! And when I’m talking, I only want to hear my voice!”

Sirius slowly backed away from that glowing white flesh and murderous Medusa green eyes.

Harry started to laugh. He couldn’t help it. He was surrounded by useless fools who he thought had loved him.

“You let him die!” He howled with tear filed laughter, pointing a talon at Dumbledore. “And you thought you could make it all better by stealing my memories!”

Dumbledore slowly got to his feet.

“He was helpless against that monster,” he sobbed, slamming his fist down on top of the desk, tearing off a good sized chunk of it, throwing it over his head in a spray of splinters. “He was fucking helpless! You could have stopped it! It was just a stupid goblet! What was it going to do…give us detention for a month?”

“I wonder what Cedric would think if he could see you like this, Harry?” Dumbledore asked.

Harry threw a golden letter opener just past his left eye. “Shut up!”

Dumbledore crossed his arms. “It would hurt him.”

Harry’s molten green eyes burned with wrath. He had held Cedric’s lifeless body in his arms, screaming, sobbing, and begging for him to come back to him.

“You don’t get to say these things!” He hissed with razor sharp fangs. “Nobody gets to say that! Nobody gets to judge me!”

“This darkness,” Dumbledore said. “It will consume you, Harry.”

“I’m warning you,” Harry whispered like an icy crypt, remembering how Cedric’s spirit had said the same thing to him.

“This pain will eat you away if you allow it,” Dumbledore continues, slowly walking around his desk. “It will eat at you until you’re nothing but a screaming shell of death that kills without thought.”

Harry could see Cedric lying on that bed in the hospital wing, covered by a thin white sheet. He had sat there by his side for hours, holding his cold hand that was only getting colder. He had rocked back and forth, humming to him, telling him he wouldn’t leave him alone. He had gently run his trembling fingers through his hair.

“I’m not your enemy, Harry,” Dumbledore told him. “I only want to help you.”

Harry looked up at him from where he had fallen to his knees. His Godfather was cowering like a dog with its tail between its trembling legs.

Dumbledore had to avert his eyes. He couldn’t look at him.

“Look at me!” Harry commanded in a voice which echoed like shattering ice. “Look at my pain!”

Dumbledore steeled himself against the pulses that exuberated from Harry. They were waves of grief drowned in sorrow.

“Do you know my pain?” Harry asked. “Can you feel the constant stabbing, tearing, gnawing, aching, shredding, and shooting pain that I feel without end?”

Dumbledore wanted to say “yes” but he shook his head. It would only upset him more.

“Who has the prophecy?” Harry asked, standing in front of the fire, casting his darkness over the two of them.

“I told you,” Dumbledore said, feeling the cold eat into his bones. “I don’t know.”

“You!” Harry pointed, making Sirius jump. “Do you have it? I’ll give you all the bones of my enemies to bury if you give it to me.”

Sirius shook his head. “No, I don’t.”

“Are you sure?” Harry asked, beauty cold as snow and more terrible that a roaring dragon. “It’s all round, blue, and really sparkly. Did you bury it under a tree or next to some hydrant in a park?”

“No,” Sirius growled.

“Harry?” Dumbledore asked. “Why do you care?”

“Because it belongs to me,” he said with a big crazy smile.

Dumbledore blinked. “And how do you know that?”

“I didn’t,” Harry cackled, waving a hand at him. “But, now I do.”

Dumbledore sniffed. “Do you think it will be so easy to lead Tom out after what you did to his pet?”

“Oh, I know so,” Harry smiled, irked that his plan had been so easily discovered. Next time he would use falling rocks and everybody would die. “He’s arrogant and wants to show off how awesome he is in front of all his whores.”

Sirius actually snorted.

Dumbledore glared at him.

“He wants to put me in my place,” he giggled, floating up to sit in the air. “And my place is on a throne made out of his and his whores’ rotting corpses.”

“Now who sounds arrogant, Harry?” Dumbledore asked.

“I’m not arrogant,” Harry grinned like the face of Death Herself. “I’m immortal.”

“You can still be injured,” Dumbledore advised.

“Well, the first blow had better hurt me like fuck,” Harry told him, silk flapping around him like wings. “I heal really fast.”

Dumbledore listened, taking in his words. Could he allow Harry to commit mass murder? He didn’t know. It just felt like he would be allowing Harry to damn himself to darkness for all time.

“If you go with Sirius,” he said. “I’ll consider it.”

Oh, he felt terrible. He was using this poor child’s pain and thirst for blood to fuel his own agenda for the greater good.

“Do you mean that?” Harry asked. The crazy was slowly vanishing from his eyes.

Dumbledore nodded. “I’ll talk it over with the order.”

Harry nodded, turning his face, causing his long hair to billow like a nest of serpents.

“And if you lie to me,” Harry smiled with a mouthful of fangs, eyes filling once more with a crazed hunger. “I’ll do to Grindelwald what you couldn’t.”

Dumbledore turned grayer than ash.

“And that is a promise,” he cackled wickedly, floating down to stand on his desk in booted heels. “You dream ever so loudly, Professor.”

Dumbledore couldn’t speak.

“Well?” Harry asked, turning on the confused doggie. “Are we going?”

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Harry soon found himself standing in front of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. A door had appeared right between number’s eleven and thirteen. It looked like a house had popped in from out of nowhere. He smiled at the Muggles, for they were blissfully oblivious. He envied the normal bastards.

“I thought you said this was a mansion,” he said drier than the surface of Mercury. “Not some run down, shabby looking, crack house.”

“Looks can be very deceiving, Harry.” Sirius told him, walking up to open the door for him.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Harry told him, walking in to find himself standing in a long hallway.

Sirius closed the door, stepped around him, telling him to follow. Harry did just that. The place really was bigger than it looked. He could hear familiar voices ahead of him.

“He’s coming here?” A frightened voice asked.

“Oh, do shut up,” another voice snapped. “I’m still sleepy.”

“Are you packed yet?” A deeper voice asked, followed by a crash and laughter. “The train will leave very soon.”

Sirius stepped into the kitchen and all eyes fell on him, only to gawk at the moving darkness behind him. “He’s here.”

Harry pushed him to the side as if he were made of plastic, looking at them all. Well, there was Moody, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, some chick with pink hair, and Charlie. Every time he looked at Moody, he wanted to kill him dead.

“Wow,” Harry grinned, looking them all over, green stars resting on Charlie. “It looks like we have a full house.”

“Harry?” Ginny gasped in shock. They were all looking at him in shock.

Ron was pale as paper and Hermione looked horrified. It looked like Charlie hadn’t been lying to them. Harry did look dramatically different. He didn’t even look human. He was too perfect, too scary, and way too sharp.

“Are you hungry, Harry?” Mrs. Weasley asked, sounding like she was pretending nothing was wrong.

Harry was suddenly standing in front of the sink, looking out the window. He was looking out at a grassy moor. Hadn’t they just been in the middle of the city?

“Looks can be deceiving, huh?” He asked, spinning around to eye his Godfather.

Sirius nodded.

“You’re fast,” George muttered, holding onto his twin.

“I am,” Harry smiled with pearly whites. “Where’s my room?”

“Harry?” Hermione asked, getting to her feet.

He looked at her with icy green orbs. “Yeah?”

“How are you feeling?” She asked, trying to take in his ethereal beauty and make sense of it. It was so twisted and cold. “Are you all right?”

Harry’s eyes turned to poisonous slits.

“Hmm, my boyfriend is dead,” he hissed, making her flinch. “I’m not even human and I think I might be a little crazy, Hermione.”

She paled.

“Other than all that,” he smiled with razor sharp fangs. “I’m just awesome.”

Moody and Arthur had their hands on their wands.

“My room,” Harry commanded, turning from them in a hiss. “Now!”

“Kreacher!” Sirius called out.

There was a loud pop. “You called, Master?”

“Yes,” he said in disgust for the loathsome creature. “Escort Harry to his room.”

“Kreacher will have nothing to do with the likes of Mudbloods and filth,” the little elf muttered.

“Well,” Harry said in an empty voice from behind him. “Good thing I’m not either, huh, slave?”

The hair all over Kreacher’s body stood on end. What was this ancient scent? He was too afraid to turn around.

Molly was in shock. This was not her little Harry.

Ginny looked like she was about to cry and Charlie looked like he wanted to hide behind her. He’d rather tease a fully grown horny male dragon than be in the same house with Harry.

“Look at me!” Harry snapped at the elf, stomping the floor with his sharp heel. “And do what the doggy told you to do!”

The floor shook under them and dust fell from the ceiling.

“FILTH!” A loud voice shrieked from the dark hall. It was an angry woman. “I SHOULD HAVE CUT YOU FROM MY WOMB! DISGUSTING, TRAITOROUS, ABOMINATION!”

“KREACHER!” Sirius thundered. “TAKE HARRY TO HIS ROOM NOW!”

“Who is that?” Harry asked, getting even more annoyed. “I was talking.”

“SHAME OF MY FLESH!” The woman screamed. “DEATH IS FAR TOO GOOD FOR YOU!”

“BITCH!” Sirius roared, running from the room.

Harry’s left eye twitched in annoyance and glass shattered all over the table. Ginny and Hermione screamed while the others jumped up in order to keep from getting wet.

“Oh, Dark One,” Kreacher praised, humbly bowing to him. “Please follow me this way.”

Harry was confused. He hadn’t thought he could still do that. He looked down at the ugly slave. Dark one? Hadn’t Peeves called him Dark Majesty? He dismissed the others from his attention, following after the elf.

“Power, beauty,” Kreacher cackled, hopping up the steps. “That which is Screaming Death.”

“You know of what’s happened to me?” Harry asked, gliding up after him.

“You who has lost something most precious,” the house elf whispered, turning to gaze upon him. “Oh, Beautiful Death.”

That woman, Harry thought, she kissed me that night. She came out of dark mists and moonlight.

“Come, come, Dark Master,” Kreacher said. “Here is your room. Kreacher cleaned it himself.”

She embraced me so tight, he thought, I thought she was just a dream.

“What can Kreacher get you, Dark One?” Kreacher asked, bowing Harry into the room.

“Can you bring back the dead?” Harry asked, feeling the silent tears.

“Master, no, I can’t,” the elf said in deep remorse.

“Then leave me be,” Harry whispered, letting his clothes melt like liquid shadows off his luminous white flesh. “And listen to my summons should I need you.”

Kreacher bowed once more.

“And let no one enter this room,” Harry commanded, stepping barefoot onto the milky white carpet.

“Yes, Deathly Scream,” Kreacher said, bowing out, closing the door behind him.

Harry bit his bottom lip, holding Cedric’s ring to his naked breast, as he squeezed his eyes shut against the inevitable flood that would soon be falling. He couldn’t stop the stinging tears. They were too painful to hold in.

“Damn them!” He hissed as he fell onto the bed, clenching the blood red sheets. “Damn them all!”

He curled up on his side, weeping in his constant tormented agony. He couldn’t do shit without the prophecy. It was the only way to lure that fuck out.

“I’m going to keep you alive for years, Tommy,” he whispered to the crawling darkness that danced for him. “I’m going to torture your every waking moment.”

Cedric…

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Night slowly fell, and Charlie was sitting in the small library on the second floor, reading a book. He had his bare feet propped up on a plush stool in front of the warm fire. All the children would probably be arriving at Hogwarts soon. That made him glad. At least they were no longer in the house with the monster that now haunted it.

“Do you always walk around without a shirt on?” A wicked voice asked from the flames.

He yelped, throwing the book over his head, hearing a crash behind him. Harry came walking out of the bright orange fire that licked his glowing white flesh like the tongues of many dragons. Darkness slithered and coiled around him like the shadows of spider webs.

“So very amusing,” Harry laughed in a very dry manner.

“What do you want?” Charlie asked, not moving a muscle.

“Nothing,” Harry told him. “I’m just haunting the place. Do you think this shadow matches me?”

Charlie didn’t open his mouth.

“I didn’t think so.” Harry said, sending it scuttling off.

“I’ll leave you then,” Charlie said, getting to his feet.

“Why?” Harry asked. “This room is big.”

“Because you scare the shit out of me, Harry,” he said, slowly backing towards the door.

“Do I?” Harry asked, blinking in confusion, looking a little lost, and admiring all of Charlie’s scars.

The taller man nodded. “You were going to kill me, Harry.”

“I, uh, I didn’t mean it,” he said, remembering how Charlie had helped him dress for Cedric. The tears fell from his eyes. “I’m not right, Charlie. My head…it is so full.”

Charlie slowly lowered his hands to his sides. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m slowly breaking,” he said, wiping at the tears. “I can’t…not without Cedric.”

“Oh, Harry,” Charlie whispered, wanting to embrace him.

Harry’s face suddenly fell and Charlie nearly pissed himself. Those terrible eyes were stripping him down to nothing.

“I can hear your alls cheerful laughter,” Harry hissed like crawling spiders in the night. “And I hate you for it.”

Charlie’s blood froze in his veins and his breath left him. Harry was suddenly right in front of him. That long dark hair was tickling his naked chest.

“You’re scared to death of me,” Harry chuckled, grabbing him between the legs with his hand. “And yet you’re harder than a fucking rock.”

Charlie wanted to scream. The pain from Harry was stabbing him like icy blades of fire.

“I hear your laughter, too,” Harry sneered, squeezing him, having him standing on the tips of his trembling toes. “Do you still desire me, Charlie? You have a man and yet you desire me. You’re such a cheater, Charlie.”

“Please,” Charlie whimpered, feeling his cock twitch in agony. “Please, let me go?”

Harry smiled. “Well, since you asked me so nicely…”

He let him go and Charlie fell to his knees, trembling in fear. He was covered in a cold sweat.

“I…I’m sorry,” Harry said, looking at his hands, backing away from him. “I didn’t…GET OUT!”

Charlie did just that.

Harry backed up into a bookshelf, sliding down the floor, sobbing as the door slammed. He really was losing his mind. He was hurting the people who cared about him.

He looked up and his tear filled eyes spotted something that had him on his feet in a whoosh. There was a small portrait on the wall of a dark haired woman. The name below read, Bellatrix Black. There was a line, looking like it connected her to someone else, but, the bookshelf was in the way. It looked like Charlie’s book had knocked the wooden picture off the nail above her dark hair. He looked down. It was Helga Hufflepuff on the cover. Why the fuck is everyone reading this goddamn book?

All of a sudden images of memories played though his mind. This woman was howling with crazed laughter as she put a shimmering golden cup away somewhere. He heard a roar and turned to see a mighty dragon looming above him. He fell over backwards, crying out for Kreacher.

“Yes, Dark One?” Kreacher asked, popping in with a bow.

“This woman!” He roared. “Who is she?”

“Lady Bellatrix Black, Dark Master,” Kreacher told him. “She is now known as Lady Bellatrix Lestrange. She is the vile master’s cousin. He hid the great Black Family Tree behind all this stuff.”

“Where is she now?” Harry snarled in rage, tearing down pictures, throwing over bookshelves.

“Lady Bellatrix is prisoner in Azkaban, Dark One,” Kreacher told him, ducking a metal prong.

“Why?” He thundered in the frightened elf’s face, rushing back to throw off a huge painting. It sailed across the room into the fireplace with a crash of sparks.

“Harry!” Sirius yelled from the door, banging on it.

“Stay out!” Harry shouted, hurling a shelf full of falling books at it.

“She was a glorious Deatheater, Dark One,” he said. “She was proud and aided the wondrous Dark Lord.”

Harry froze. He was looking at the faces of Deatheaters. He knew their faces. Here was Lucius Malfoy, Rudolphous Lestrange, and so many others. He could hear them all laughing at him and he put his talons over his ears.

“HARRY!” Sirius roared, followed by Moody’s voice.

“SHUT UP!” Harry yelled, pressing against his ears. “LEAVE ME ALONE!”

He took deep breaths, fighting to calm himself. The cup? What the fuck was the cup? It looked like…

“Kreacher!” He snapped, throwing objects all over the place. “Find me that book!”

The elf hopped to it and then asked, “What book, Dark Master?”

“Never mind!” Harry snarled, holding it up, beginning to flip through it.

His eyes flashed something more terrible than any storm and threw the book over his head where it crashed into something breakable.

“Azkaban you say?” Harry smirked with blinding terror.

Kreacher trembled in awe. “Yes, Dark Master.”

“Excellent,” Harry said. “Oh, and Kreacher…”

The elf looked up at him, seeing that the Beansidhe Prince was looming right in his face. “Yes?”

Harry was grinning at him with a wicked red mouthful of razor sharp fangs. “Your wondrous Dark Lord killed my Precious.”

Kreacher blanched.

Harry cocked his head to the side, screaming right in his face. The elf’s brain exploded out the back of his skull with a violent splatter of bone fragments and bloody tissue. The body fell over onto its back, twitching, and Harry looked at the bloody mess all over Bellatrix Lestrange’s face.

“Pretty,” Harry cooed, smiling at the crimson mess he had made. “You’re next, whore.”

He raced from the room like a destructive wind, running past all the unconscious bodies. He had an enchanted cup to find that was forged from the gold belonging to a God of Death.

TBC…

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