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 Four

Harry’s black robes billowed around him like dark wings as he walked through the Forbidden Forest. His brilliant green eyes were ever watchful. Even though he was invisible, things could still smell him.

A gentle white fog was dancing around his ankles as he moved invisibly along the path littered with tall trees. He knew he shouldn’t be here, but he was tired of being cooped up.

He smiled as he looked down a small hill. There was the rather large pool his first patronus had walked on, saving him and his Godfather from the dementors.

He made his way down the hill and up the waters edge. There was a good sized boulder off to the side and he sat down on it.

It was so dark and yet the water glowed with an inner radiance. He was worried sick. The next task was coming up and he still had no idea how he was going to breathe underwater for entire hour.

He was scared. That was the only way to describe the emotion he was feeling. It was like a heavy darkness seeking to blind him with fear.

His parents had been taken from him. His happy childhood had been stolen from him, and all the love he could have known had been blasted away from him with a single unforgivable curse. Now something else was going to be taken away from him and he didn’t know what. Were his friends in danger of being harmed? Was Cedric?

“Please,” he whispered as the silver mist played on the glowing surface of the luminous pool of still water. “Hasn’t enough been taken from me?”

He blinked and the tears fell from his eyes. All he wanted was to be happy, and he was. He really, really was.

He was terrified that it would all be ripped away from him. What if Cedric got hurt? What if…What if Professor Trelawney was right? What if Cedric died?

The silent tears streamed from his eyes like little waterfalls. He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost Cedric. It was too scary to think about. He could only see himself being put away in a nice padded cell where Enya was always being played.

All of his homework in divinations was pointing to tremendous happiness and horrible tragedy. He had double checked his charts four times just to make sure. It all came out the same.

He knew Trelawney was real and not just a quack. She was the genuine article and it frightened him terribly. It made him shiver and the cold wasn’t really helping. He pulled his cloak tighter around himself.

He looked up at the stars twinkling down through the trees and closed his eyes. He began to hum to himself as the wind ruffled his dark locks. His hair tickled his pale cheeks like teasing caresses.

It was a melody Cedric had hummed to him a few nights ago. The two of them had been cuddled up on Harry’s bed. It had been fun sneaking Cedric in and out. Cedric had just hummed to him. There had been no words to the tune.

“Where did you hear that at?” He had asked him, cuddling closer.

“I made it up,” Cedric had told him, kissing his cheek, playing with his hair. “I was thinking about you in class and it just popped in my head.”

Harry opened his eyes and smiled out across the glossy waters. The night was so silent and it was very beautiful. He could hear Cedric’s humming in his mind and he gave the song words.

Enchanter came to me and said:
Meet me at the lake tonight

A drop of diamond dew dripped from his left eye, trailing down his smooth cheek. A cold wind blew across his face and snow began to fall. He looked up to see that there were no stars. He sat there on the rock, looking out at the water that was soon covered in icy white crystals.

I hummed this song to the white
Through the shroud of snow I saw
Paradise
Peace
No more lies

Harry continued to hum. This was Cedric’s song. What words had Cedric given it?

To him, Cedric was his paradise, and he was his peace. Cedric was the enchanter who enchanted him off his feet. Cedric was his everything.

He held out his gloved hand, watching the snow collect like tiny gems in his palm. They sparkled in his eyes with an icy brilliance.

Crestfallen soul
Rest for this night
Love is here
Right here under my wings

He heard a faint sound from behind and he quickly turned to look. Cedric was standing there, looking at him with mystified eyes. His cheeks were a rosy pink from the cold and his breath was white clouds. He was holding a rather large bag.

“Cedric,” he said, smiling at him, dropping the snow like dust from his hand. “What are you doing out here?”

“Collecting certain nocturnal plants for Professor Sprout,” Cedric said, blinking a few times, suddenly looking really upset. “What are you doing out here, Harry? This forest isn’t even safe during the day.”

“This is where I almost died,” Harry told him, turning his face away from him. “For the third time…”

Cedric dropped his bag with a heavy thud against the snow covered ground.

“Dementors came at me from out of nowhere,” he said, dropping his cloak from his shoulders. “There were so many of them.”

He got to his feet and walked to the waters edge once again. “This entire pool had been frozen solid in a matter of seconds, Cedric. They were screaming with such hunger and dived at me. If it hadn’t been for my patronus charm, my Godfather and I’d be worse than dead right now.”

He left out the whole going back in time thing. That was just too confusing to explain and he still didn’t quite understand it himself.

“Then why come here, Harry?” Cedric asked, walking up to him, wrapping his powerful arms around him from behind. “Why come here if it makes you so sad…not to mention that you’re also breaking a ton of school rules, too?”

Harry snorted and put his hands up to touch Cedric’s arms. He could hear the distress in his voice, and knew he was upset. “I don’t know,” he said, closing his eyes. “Maybe I’m crazy, Cedric.”

“I thought I was going crazy,” Cedric said, squeezing him gently. “I’m collecting plants, all is quiet, minding my own business, and then I hear this siren singing my song.”

Harry chuckled.

“And like a doomed sailor, I came running,” he said. “At first I didn’t know it was you. I thought it was some kind of faerie or nymph…but then I saw your eyes.”

Harry smiled. “A faerie, huh?”

Cedric laughed. “Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?”

“I don’t,” Harry said, slightly frowning in confusion. “I can’t even hold a tune.”

“Liar,” Cedric snickered, squeezing him tighter. “How shall I punish you?”

“Huh?” Harry asked.

“Let’s see,” Cedric said, moving his lips across Harry’s exposed white neck. “You’re out of bed past hours, roaming about the castle, being outside, and in the forest to boot. I’d say you’re looking at a lot of trouble here, Mr. Potter.”

Harry shivered. Cedric’s lips were magic. “What am I going to have to do in order to buy your tongue, Mr. Diggory?”

Cedric slowly turned him around and Harry gazed up into his warm mercury colored eyes. He was so handsome and perfect in every way. “Well,” Cedric smiled, touching Harry’s petal soft lips with a gloved finger. “You can always try and tie my tongue up with your own.”

Harry giggled. It was light, soft, and airy.

“And,” Cedric said, his mouth whispering ever so close to Harry’s. “You can sing to me.”

Harry’s eyes sparkled with a green luminescence. He felt so warm and happy when Cedric kissed him. It was like the cold had now power in that moment in time. All was frozen in that warmth except for love. It filled him up and he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

Cedric gently pulled his mouth away and began to hum as he tenderly rested his chin on top of Harry’s head, holding him tight. Harry slowly turned back around, leaning back into the taller teen’s warmth. The snow was falling like shimmering jewels from the sky. There was a soft howl in the far distance and Harry smiled.

I dream of wolves with them I run
For me he lengthened the night
I am home
I am in peace

“I love you, Harry,” Cedric said, gently moving with him. The two of them were dancing to the tune of their own song.

Harry kept his tears from falling. There was no reason to cry. He was so happy.

Crestfallen soul
Rest for this night
Love is here
Right here under my wings

“Beautiful,” Cedric whispered as they kept dancing amidst the falling snow. “Just like you, Harry.”

Harry grinned. “Does this mean you’re not going to make me clean dirty cauldrons without my wand for the rest of the school year?”

Cedric chuckled, spinning him around, out, and then right back in. “I don’t know…”

Harry pouted, not liking this teasing at all. “Aw, come on. I promise I might never do it again.”

“Hmm,” Cedric said, putting on a thoughtful face. “How about another foot massage and I’ll think about it?”

Harry rolled his dazzling eyes, sighing dramatically. “Oh, if I must.”

Cedric ran his gloved fingers through Harry’s dark locks. The snow sparkled like diamonds among all that wild darkness. “Come on,” he said, leading him by the hand. “Let me walk you back to the castle.”

Harry snatched up his father’s cloak and Cedric picked up his black bag. It looked to be quite heavy.

“What all did Professor Sprout send you out here to find?” He asked, walking beside him. He loved how Cedric’s hands are so much bigger than his own. They made him feel so safe.

“Mostly common things,” Cedric told him, smiling with such white teeth. “But she did send me to find a few are things as well.”

“Like what?” Harry asked him. That damn putty-tat had scratched him and now he was full of curiosity.

“Well,” Cedric said, stopping and pulling something from the bag. It was a beautiful mushroom, and it glowed with a very pretty pink light.

“Wow,” Harry said, taking it from him. “This is really pretty.” He had never seen anything like it before. “What does it do?”

“It can stop a runny nose,” Cedric told him, taking it, and putting it back in the bag. “And it tastes good with chicken.”

Harry cocked a dark brow. “Oh?”

“Or if added with the right ingredients,” he said, taking his hand in his again. “It can blow a hole through a solid stone wall.”

Harry whistled. “That’s impressive.”

Cedric nodded and looked at him with serious eyes. Harry felt as though he could get lost in them for forever. They were filled with such molten heat.

“I’m not going to pry, Harry,” Cedric said, squeezing his hand. “But I never want you coming into this forest ever again…especially at night when it’s freezing cold and snowing. What if you had fallen, gotten hurt, or knocked out? You could freeze to death.”

Harry looked down at his feet as they walked. “I’m sorry…”

“I bet nobody even knows you’re out here,” he muttered, shaking his head. “At least Professor Sprout knows to send a search party should I not come back at a certain time.”

Harry kept looking at his feet.

“I ought to make it a full body massage,” Cedric growled. “That would learn you a lesson.”

Harry looked at him. “Oh, no! Please, anything but that!”

“Oh, no,” Cedric said, shaking his head. “There’s no talking your way out of this one, Harry.”

“Oh,” Harry cried, draping an arm across his forehead. “Oh, woe is me!”

They both laughed.

Harry was thankful that Cedric was not pushing the issue. “Well,” he said as the walked out of the forest. “If I can’t talk my way out of this sexy…I mean cruel punishment, how about I try and kiss my way out of it?”

Cedric smirked. “You can try.”

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“Poor, little, Harry James Potter,” a spooky yet very beautiful voice cooed to him from the haunting mists that swirled like dancing phantoms all around his frightened form. “I’m afraid your suffering is only just beginning.”

“Who are you?” He asked, spinning around, trying to find where the voice was coming from. But, it was impossible. The voice was like the very mist. It was coming at him from all directions. There were so many gravestones.

“I am Loneliness,” the voice whispered like a deathly wind. “I am Sorrow drowned in Hopelessness.”

He trembled in terror. The voice was so empty. It was like the voice of Death. Her voice was stabbing into his cold flesh like sharp icicles. It felt like it was slowly peeling his flesh away from his bones.

“True love is so rare,” the voice hissed like a pit of venomous vipers. He could actually feel each words poisonous bite. “And that is why the gods take it away as soon as it’s been discovered.”

Harry shivered. He could feel the darkness closing in on him. It was slowly suffocating him…drowning him.

“Damn them all!” The voice screamed and it was scalding. It suddenly felt like his cold flesh was smoldering as if he were on fire. “Damn the gods for what they made me! Curse them for taking away the only one I ever cared about! I hate them! I hate them all!”

He fell to his knees, pressing his hands against his ears, doing his best to block out the horrible cries. It was like he could feel her pain and it was breaking his heart. He had tears in his eyes.

“Enjoy love while you can, my dear Harry,” the woman in the mist cooed ever so sadly. It was like he could taste her tears on his tongue and they were bitter, not salty, “Because you never know when they will gladly rip it from your arms.”

Harry raised his eyes and saw a willowy figure in the mist. She was sitting on top of a rather large tombstone. She had the longest hair he had ever seen…at least he thought it was hair. It kept moving as though it were alive with hisses. He couldn’t make her out, because the mist was so thick.

“Why do you say these things?” Harry cried to her, scrambling to get to his feet. “Don’t tell me something bad is going to happen to Cedric! I won’t allow it!”

“I said those very words all those lifetimes ago,” she said, causing the mist to thicken all around him, hiding her from his view. “And I can still hear their laughter. I enjoyed ripping their tongues from their mouths and gouging out their eyes with my fingers. Oh, it felt so good. I can still feel their blood bathing my flesh with crimson warmth. I made them scream in agony until I was swooning in rapture.”

“Is Cedric going to die?” He yelled, running through the mist, trying to find her. “Tell me! What’s going to happen?”

“You will become like me, Harry,” the voice giggled, causing him to spin around in fright.

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His eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up in bed. What the hell had he been dreaming? He felt like he had been running a race and lost horribly.

He looked over to see that Ron was already gone. The redhead must have been in a real hurry, too, because he had not made his bed.

He got to his feet and stretched. He needed to take a quick shower and go meet Hermione in the library. Tomorrow was the second task and he still didn’t know how he was going to breathe underwater.

This task was hard. Why was there so much thinking involved? He was really getting tired of it. He seriously wanted to smack someone across the face with that damn Goblet of Idiocy.

He looked at himself in the mirror and growled. His hair was a mess and he looked paler than ever. His skin was whiter than a moth’s wings.

“Don’t feel so down, dear,” the mirror said with a chipper voice. “You look very pretty.”

“Will looking pretty help me breathe underwater?” He asked the mirror with a sarcastic tone.

The mirror was silent.

He rolled his emerald green jewels. “I didn’t think so.”

“Well,” the mirror suddenly said. “At least you’ll be a pretty floater.”

Well, that gave him a good snort.

“Cedric,” he whispered, spinning around to look at the window. “I wonder what you’ve found?”

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“I’ve got it!” Ron suddenly yelled, causing Hermione to put a hand over her heart.

“Be quiet!” She hissed, smacking him on the arm. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“Hush,” he said, poking her on the nose with his quill, causing her to cock a delicate brow. “I really am a genius when I sit down and think. One day all of Wizardom will bow in awe of me.”

She rolled her eyes and Harry closed his book, waving the dust away. “Well, what is it?”

“Polyjuice,” Ron said, smiling brilliantly. “We’ll just add a merman or a mermaid’s scale…hair…something. I think I saw scales in Snape’s cupboard.”

Harry blinked.

“Wow,” Hermione said, folding her arms across her chest. “That is genius, Ron. Too bad we didn’t come up with it a month ago.”

Ron frowned. “Huh?”

“It takes a whole month just to make it,” she snapped irritably. It was obvious to Harry that this really upset her. Was it because Ron had thought of it too late or the fact that she hadn’t thought of it at all?

“Damn,” Ron hissed, biting his thumb. “I forgot.”

It was a really good idea. He would look just like one of them. That would have made the task a whole lot easier. Polyjuice would have made him blend right in. Hell, why hadn’t he thought of it.

“Oh well,” Ron said, setting back in his chair, sighing like the wind. “Now what do we do?”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t trust my transfiguration abilities…”

“Has Cedric thought of anything?” Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head. “I’ve not seen him and that would be cheating.”

Ron picked up another book and opened it up. That was when his eyes widened.

“What?” Hermione asked, causing Harry to lean forward in his chair.

He turned the book around so they could both take a gander. “Would that work?”

Harry could have kissed him.

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After all the years of sneaking around, getting into Snape's private stash was more than a cinch. Harry dropped his invisibility cloak and began to look through all the different colored jars that glittered in the pale light. There were so many different potion ingredients he honestly didn't even know where to begin. They weren't even in alphabetical order either. It was rather obvious that this was going to take him awhile.

He just hoped Hermione's question for the slimy git was a good one. Where the heck was the Gillyweed? The name suited it well. It was a weed that would magically give him gills so he could breathe underwater for an exact hour. He really hoped there was no pain involved, because that Pollyjuice Potion had hurt like hell. He certainly didn’t want to have to go through that kind of pain again, but if one of his friends were taken from him, he’d gladly down the nasty mixture in a heartbeat.

He picked up jar after jar, turning some around, and still couldn't find it. That was when he started to panic. What if Snape didn't have any in stock? Then what was he going to do? He didn't even want to think about that.

"Ah," he whispered in happy triumph, picking up the light blue jar. "I've found you."

His eyes fell. There was only one weed. He had hoped there would have been more so he could have given Cedric one. He really needed to talk to Cedric. Had he found another way to breathe underwater? He hoped so.

"Ah, Professor!" Hermione cried in alarm. "But I have another question for you!"

That was his cue to get the hell out of there. He quickly took out the weed, put it in his pocket, put the empty jar in the very back behind lots of others, and threw on his invisibility cloak just as the door swung open. There was a look of murderous disappointment on Snape's face. It was almost like he had known they were up to something naughty. He really was too sharp for his own good.

"Very well, Miss Granger," he said, turning his back on an invisibly relieved Harry Potter. "What is it?"

Harry thanked the gods and ran for freedom with his treasure.

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"Did you get it?" Ron asked, walking over to where Harry was taking a breather on the sofa.

He nodded his head, pulling it out of his pocket. They both looked at it and made a face of disgust. It looked all yucky and slimy. Well, at least it didn't smell.

"Well, better you than me," Ron said, smiling as he poked it.

Harry rolled his eyes. Was he really going to have to eat this gross looking weed? It looked so...gross.

They both looked up when Hermione came walking in. Her frizzy hair was all over the place.

"I thought he was never going to shut up on how many uses there are for wolfsbane," she said, taking a seat across from the two of them. Her face was really red. Had she been running? Why? She had no reason to be running.

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny called out, walking over to him with a letter in hand. "This came for you."

He took it from her, seeing that it was from Cedric. He quickly opened it, read it...along with the three of them, and got to his feet. He had to go meet Cedric at the greenhouse.

"Well," Ron said, smiling really big. "I see you two have lots to talk about."

Harry nodded. "Thanks for your help, guys."

Hermione waved him off. "No problem, Harry. I just need a nice hot both to calm my nerves."

Ron snickered.

Harry noticed that Ginny was looking at him funny. "What is it, Ginny?"

She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. "It's nothing."

He cocked his head to the side. "Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"I'll see you all later," he said, backing up towards the portrait hole.

"Yeah," Ron said, waving him off, telling Hermione that Krum wanted to see him later, too. That caused Harry to smile. It really looked like the two of them were getting along well. He had never seen Ron seem so bright and chipper. Come to think of it...the redhead had not even cursed Malfoy at all today. The platinum blond rat had called him a name and Ron had just smiled like there was nothing wrong in the world. He wondered just how well the two of them were doing.

He shook his head and climbed out of the portrait hole.

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Ginny was doing her best to stay calm. She had seen Harry covered in blood again. The scary part was...it made him look even more beautiful. His whole body had been bathed in blood all the way up to his neck. His face had been the color of a bleached white skull and his eyes had been the color of Green Death. It was morbid...but she had wanted to kiss those shimmering garnet red lips.

"What's wrong, Ginny?" Ron asked in concern. "You look like you've seen a really scary ghost or something."

She shook her head. "I'm good."

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Harry made his way into the muggy greenhouse to see that Cedric was already there. He was standing among the roses with his broad back to him. It made him smile.

“Hi,” he said, walking in. “Guess what I did today?”

Cedric spun around with a big smile on his handsome face. “What?”

“I did something terribly naughty,” he said, slowly walking towards him.

“Oh,” Cedric said, cocking a brow. “What?”

“I broke into Snape’s private store and stole some Gillyweed,” he said, smiling with really white teeth.

Cedric’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”

Harry nodded. “Now I can breathe underwater.”

Cedric nodded. “I discovered the Bubble-Head Charm.”

Harry just looked at him. Now why in the hell hadn’t he thought of that? Hell, why hadn’t Hermione thought of that? It was so simple.

“What?” Cedric asked, embracing him warmly, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Why do you look like that?”

“I just feel dumb,” he said, wrapping his arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek. “I went through all of that trouble when it was so easy.”

Cedric laughed. “Eh, don’t feel bad. I just discovered it today.”

“I’m still worried though,” Harry said, letting him go. “What do you think they’ll take from us?”

Cedric shook his head, leading him over to sit down at a worktable. “I don’t know.”

“I think I had a bad dream,” Harry told him, leaning his head against his shoulder. “But I can’t remember what it was about. I hate it when that happens.”

Cedric nodded, resting his head on top of his. “Sometimes it’s a good thing.”

Harry softly smiled.

“So,” Cedric asked. “What’s a Gillyweed?”

“You’re a seventh year,” Harry said. “And you have no idea what Gillyweed is?”

Cedric laughed, lifting his head off his, shaking it. “Not a clue, Harry.”

“Well,” Harry said, getting to his feet, standing behind him. “It is a weed that will cause me to grow gills.”

“Ah,” Cedric said, leaning forward when Harry started to gently massage his stiff shoulders. “So the name speaks for itself, huh?”

“More or less,” Harry said, working out a knot. “Ron was the one who discovered it by accident.”

That caused Cedric to laugh.

“It was also his idea to use Polyjuice Potion,” Harry said, having him to lie his head down on the table. “And add a merman’s scale or one of their hairs.”

Cedric made a face, letting out a slight moan. “I don’t know if that would be scary, sexy, or both.”

Harry laughed. “I can see myself sitting on a rock in the bright sunlight, combing a brush made of coral through my hair.”

Cedric snorted. “Can you?”

Harry nodded his head, leaning down on him, whispering in his ear. “And you’d be the handsome prince I’d sacrifice my voice for.”

“I don’t want you to ever have to sacrifice anything for me, Harry,” Cedric told him matter of fact, sitting back up, turning around to look up at him.

Harry closed his eyes. That caused him to feel so warm. It was like he could feel the warmth glowing deep down from within his very bones. He opened his eyes and was amazed that his skeleton was not glowing through his skin.

“Harry’s so beautiful,” Cedric hummed, rising to tower over him. “I just want to hold you and never ever let go.”

Harry loved the feel of those powerful arms embracing him. They were so comforting and so warm. He could smell the jasmine.

“I love you,” Cedric whispered, kissing the top of his head.

Harry’s eyes widened and he felt like his heart was going to burst with such joy. He loved hearing Cedric recite those three little words that were bigger and more meaningful than anything in the world.

“I love you, too.”

“What do you want to do when this whole thing is over?” Cedric asked him, and Harry realized that the two of them were dancing to no music.

“Well,” Harry said, letting Cedric twirl him around. “I’ll smack each of the headmaster’s with your trophy and then we’ll go skipping off to decide what would be the best way to invest your winnings.”

“My trophy? My winnings?” Cedric asked, cocking his head to the side. “What if you win?”

“I’ll ram the trophy up the nearest ones ass,” he said, listing off in his head. “And spend all the money on the things I’ll need to make sure this never happens to another pair of lovers again.”

“Speaking of lovers,” Cedric chuckled. “How is Ron dealing with Krum being a champion and all?”

Harry opened his mouth and then closed it. He actually blinked several times. In all honesty…he didn’t have a clue.

“I’m not sure,” he said, suddenly feeling bad. “He’s not talked about it…at all.”

Harry was suddenly pulled in very, very close. He could hear his heart thumping in his ears. He wanted Cedric. He wanted him so badly. Oh, he wanted to feel him.

“You worry too much,” Cedric cooed, nibbling on his left ear. “Everything will be fine.”

“Do you promise?” Harry asked.

Cedric nodded. “And hope to die.”

Harry could hear a woman’s sad laughter. It sent chills racing down his spine. He turned, but there was nobody there.

“What?” Cedric asked in concern.

“Take it back,” he said. “Just promise…none of that die stuff.”

Cedric laughed. “I promise…happy?”

Harry nodded. “Kiss me…among the roses.”

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PRESENT

Your mind is in disturbia
It’s like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia
Ain’t used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

--Rihanna

Black silk hissed and white skin glittered like moonlight on the surface of fresh fallen snow. Bright green lightning split the sky and thunder boomed over the surface of the dangerous ocean waves. Insane laughter echoed deeper and darker than the depths of the Underworld, causing the waves to almost freeze at a standstill.

Harry Potter was walking upon the surface of the turbulent ocean, freezing it under his booted feet as if he were dancing through a marble hall. Acid green lightning struck the frozen waves all around him as he gazed upon the massive structure that held his prey within. Oh, he couldn't wait to sink his talons into some soft flesh, and dig around for a few hours until he found some buried treasure.

A screech of black silk went flying by him and it caused him to cackle even more. It was quite obvious that the dementors had no idea what to do with him. He looked to see that there were thousands of them hovering in the air above his head. They were like the storm clouds in the sky.

"What?" He asked them, floating up in all his dark beauty, flexing his deadly talons. They shimmered like molten white fire. "Are you going to hover in my way?"

His eyes glittered with madness as the ones nearest him began to float backwards with their heads lowered. It made him cock his head the side as his long wild hair billowed like the deadly clouds above his head. Ah, so they weren't as stupid as they looked. Wonderful!

"You," he said, pointing at the one nearest him. "I want you to take me to someone I wish to maim for a few hours."

The dementor just floated there, looking at him from out of its dark hood. Harry could see those dead, puss filled eyes.

"Oh," Harry said, laughing something terrible. "I guess you need to know the bitch's name, huh?"

The dementor was silent.

"Bellatrix," Harry said, and his voice was like the smashing of the ocean breakers below his feet. "The stupid cow faced whore's name is Bellatrix Lestrange.."

The dementor turned and began to lead the way. Harry followed after it in sharp hisses of silk.

"As for the rest of you," Harry shouted with ease over the raging storm above and the rampaging surf below. "How about you go looking for Voldemort and fuck him up the ass with your rotting cocks?”

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Bellatrix was silently walking the length of her cold and lifeless room. She was dressed in tatters and her hair was a mess. She had not had a bath in weeks. Such a thing was a luxury. Her mind was all over the place and she wanted to kill, kill, and kill some more. That's all she really wanted to do. She wanted her wand. She wanted her wand so she could ram it down someone's throat and give it good twirl with the death curse.

"Bella," a scary voice hissed like serpents slithering across a silk sheet. "Have you been a good girly?"

She whirled around with her hands up, ready to claw. Her eyes widened in confusion. "Who is there?"

"You hurt my feelings, Bella," the spooky voice cackled with insane glee. "How should I punish you for not knowing my name? Everybody knows my name. I'm just as famous as the Bitch Ass Whore Who Mustn't Be Named."

"You dare mock him?" She hissed in terror, looking around, expecting to see her dark master come blasting through the walls at any second. "Who are you? Where are you?"

"Of course I dare to mock that stupid slut," the voice laughed with such bone shattering volume. "I am the Boy He Can't Seem To Kill...and I'm right behind you, bitch."

She spun around, suddenly feeling a rock hard fist connect with her left jaw. Her head snapped back and she fell to her side with a shriek. She looked upon the face of Terror and trembled before its terrible and twisted beauty.

"He killed my parents, destroyed my childhood, haunted my dreams," the darkness hissed, counting off each offense on deadly white talons. "And then the stupid fuck had the audacity to kill my lover before my very eyes, mocking me as he danced around his dead body."

She coward as the creature of legendary darkness stalked towards her, snarling with deadly fangs. Those amazing eyes were consumed with a burning madness for which there was no cure.

"And now look at what he's done to me," the young man snarled, throwing his head back with wild laughter, causing his hair to snap and hiss like snakes. "He's gone and made me crazy as fuck. Here I am, talking to you, when I should be slicing off your clit and slapping you across the face with it until you're black and blue."

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Oh, he was pissed. He didn't care. Cedric was dead. He was dead and rotting in the cold earth. This bitch was nothing to him. She was nothing at all. He wanted to ram his talon up her pussy and slice around for the baby Jesus.

"I'm going to ask you a question," he said, looking down at her with eyes that promised horror beyond horrors. "And you're going to answer it truthfully and accurately...or...I'm going to play doctor. I always wanted to play doctor...but I never had the sharp tools I needed." He held up his talons. "But, now I do..."

The sniveling woman was cowering before him and it felt great. Her fear was only feeding him more and more.

"Now," he said, crouching down before her like a dragon. "There is this pretty shiny I'm looking for. It's a golden cup. I believe it belongs to Hufflepuff. I saw you hiding it in a vision of mine."

Bellatrix gasped.

"That's right, bitch," Harry said, smiling terribly. "I'm gorgeous, immortal, and I can see into the unseen."

She shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Harry snorted, rising to his feet, holding out his glowing white arms. "Come to me."

She looked at him only to cower in horror. A dementor came floating out of the darkness. Ice was filling the room.

"I'm going to show you something really, really scary, Bella," Harry told her, standing before her like a blinding vision of horrible beauty.

He had her watch in terror as he grabbed the dementor by the throat, pulling the shrieking demon ever so close, and pressed his venomous lips against that gaping mouth. She put her hands to her ears and screamed. He was sucking all the souls out of the dementors mouth. The creature was screaming and crumbling away into black ash at his feet.

Harry threw his head back as the dementor exploded into black dust. He spun around and his eyes were glowing like green stars.

"Now," he said in a really deep voice. "Where is that goddamn cup? You had better tell me...or I could have one of my friends suck out your soul...and then I just suck them dry. Either way...I'm going to win."

“I would rather die!” She screamed, backing away from him in horror. “I will not betray my Dark Lord!”

“Fool!” Harry sneered with deadly fangs, flexing his talons at her. “That puny little prick is nothing compared to me now. Face it, bitch. He fucked up.”

“What the hell are you?” Bellatrix cried in horror.

He seized her by the throat with lightning fast speed, lifting her up off her feet. His eyes burned into her like an all consuming flame. “Tell me where the cup is and I won’t ram my fist up your fuck-hole, pulling all your insides out.”

He threw her down, and her head smacked the ground with a hard thud. She whimpered in pain, backing away from him in terror. Just looking at her was filling him with unknowable rage that now words could describe in accurate detail.

“Tell me,” he hissed like the lightning outside the window. “Tell me where it is, you stupid whore!” He stomped his heel and the floor cracked under it from the force. “That could be your face here in half a sec.”

She told him. She told him in tears. She told him exactly where the golden cup was.

“Good cow,” he cooed, floating up above her in all his seething darkness. “I’m going to let you live just so you can tell that fucking bastard I’m coming to eat his face soon enough.”

She hid her face away from him.

“You tell him that Harry Potter is going to show him the true meaning of fear,” he howled with crazed laughter, floating down to kick her. The bone in left her arm snapped, causing her to scream. He grabbed her by the mouth, squeezing her bleeding lips closed with his talons, silencing her mews with his scary eyes. “You tell him that I am now the thing he fears most in this pathetic world.”

He released her lips and she pulled her face away from his frightening one. “What are you?”

He giggled and it caused her to almost scream again. He rose to his feet, twirling around in slithering darkness. “I am Death, Bella. I am Beautiful Death.”

He spun around, looked at the walls before him, and a violent pulse shot out from him. The wall exploded, lightning flashed, and his wicked laughter filled the ever stormy sky. Her screams of terror filled him with such icy joy.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to update. School has been a nightmare. There are so many papers to do. Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing this story. I wish everyone a happy and safe holiday.

Flora.

Note: The song is called White Night Fantasy and it belongs to Nightwish.