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 Five

Waiting up in heaven
I was never far from you
Spinning down I felt your every move

--TARJA

Harry gazed down at the dark glossy surface of the lake below him. The sky above was blue and the sun was shining down on his dark head. He knew that water was going to be pretty damn cold.

All the school houses were assembled and gathered in the tall stands, cheering their excited heads off. He could hear Ginny and Neville rooting for him, Cedric, and Krum. It was kind of funny.

“Go Harry!” Ginny yelled, holding up a huge poster he had seen her working on. “Kick tail, Cedric!”

“YAY KRUM!” Neville bellowed from right beside her, and they both spun full circle with their posters.

He laughed and suddenly noticed that he didn’t see Ron or Hermione anywhere in the stands. In fact, he had not seen them after lunch at all.

“Ver is Ron?” Krum asked, looking around. He looked a little put down.

“I don’t see Cho,” Cedric said, gazing around the stands as well.

Harry looked down at the cold waves. The blood in his veins turned to ice. “Oh…shit…”

Fleur looked whiter than usual for some reason. Was someone she cared about missing as well?

Dumbledore stood up in billowing robes that would make a yellow sunflower weep with envy. He looked so bright and cheerful. The complete opposite to how Harry and the rest of the champions felt.

“Welcome to the second task,” he said in a magnified voice. It echoed across the surface of the waters. “You each have exactly one hour to retrieve that which has been taken from you.”

A sudden anger filled Harry. How could Dumbledore allow this? Were his friend’s captives down there somewhere? Oh, he was pissed off! This was all so stupid!

“BEGIN!” Dumbledore boomed as his wand fired like a gun.

Harry looked at Cedric and watched him dive into the freezing water. Krum and Fleur were gone the moment they went under the surface. He turned and glared at Dumbledore. The old wizard looked slightly stricken. He wanted him to see just how angry he was feeling.

“GO HARRY!” Ginny yelled, followed by Neville’s whistles.

“POTTER STINKS!” Slytherin howled with laughter.

He spun around, popped the gillyweed into his mouth, and began to chew. It tasted really salty and very slimy. He felt like he was going to spit it out, but it slid down his throat with relative ease.

“YAY HARRY!” Neville shouted as The Boy Who Lived dove under the calm surface with a splash.

The cold water took the breath from him and the skin on his neck began to itch something terrible. His hands and feet ached terribly. He suddenly watched in calm fascination as his fingers grew long, sharp, and webbed. The same thing was happening to his feet, and he found that he could easily breathe under the water as if he were on land.

It took him a moment to orient himself and he suddenly darted down deeper through the water like an eel. He was so quick and agile. It was amazing.

He looked this way and that, not seeing a thing. Where were all the others? He hoped Cedric was all right. He had just dived into the water without thinking.

Focus, Harry! He told himself, looking at some silver fish that swam by him in a large shimmering school. He swam down deeper until he was nearing a bunch of seaweed. That was just funny. He wasn’t even in the ocean. Was he?

“Hi, Harry,” a voice said from beside him. He jerked in shock, seeing it was Myrtle.

“Hey,” he said, smiling. He could talk underwater, too. He was glad she was here. “It’s beautiful down here, isn’t it?”

She nodded. “I enjoy exploring.”

Harry grinned, wanting to ask her for help. Surely she knew where the merpeople resided at down here.

“Swim that way,” she said, pointing to the seaweed as if she could read his thoughts. “I would go with you, but they don’t like me very much.”

“I like you, Myrtle,” he told her honestly. “Friends are what matters most after all.”

Her pearly eyes lit up and she giggled happily. “Good luck, Harry.”

He nodded, waved, and quickly darted into the thick jungle of seaweed. It was all really colorful. He was surrounded by deep reds, light greens, and bright yellows. It was a sea of color.

How far did it stretch? He didn’t have much time. He kept telling himself to stay calm and collected. It would all work out. He would make it so. He wasn’t going to lose anyone else.

Come little children
We’ll take thee away
Into a land
Of enchantment

Harry blinked. Their voices were like a choir of beauty. They sounded so very close.

Come little children
The times come to play
Here in our garden
Of shadows

He swam out of the weeds and into a world far darker than The Little Mermaid’s. He could see sunken dwellings and lots of stone caves. Merpeople were all over the place, holding deadly looking tridents. Their weapons looked to be carved of warped metal and bone.

Follow sweet children
We’ll show thee the way
Through all the pain
And the sorrows

A male swam up to him and Harry was taken aback by his appearance. He looked nothing like Blue or Pearl. His skin was green, his hair was like the seaweed he had swam through, and his teeth were like long yellow razors. The merman’s eyes were like black orbs of endless night. He pointed his golden bone trident and Harry looked. His eyes widened in shock.

Weep not poor children
For life is this way
Murdering beauty
And passions

There were four round bubbles floating in the center of an underwater coliseum, hooked by large chains to the bottom. The merman swam right beside him as he neared them.

Hush now dear children
It must be this way
To weary of life
And deceptions

Hermione was on her stomach, flipping through a rather large book. Ron was lying on his back, blowing bubbles with his chewing gum. Cho was sitting up with her arms crossed, looking like was sarcastically waiting for her gay prince to come. The other girl, Harry didn’t know. She was combing her long white hair, and yawned.

Rest now our children
For soon we’ll away
Into the calm and
The quiet

“HEY!” He yelled, causing the eerie song to cease and the four prisoners to jump in their bubbles. They all looked at him. Rom, Hermione, and Cho waved. The other girl softly smiled.

“Her,” the merman pointed at Hermione’s bubble. “You take her.”

“What about the others?” Harry asked. “I’m not going to just leave them here.”

The merman chuckled and it was like bubbles popping. “Use wand, free bubble, you ride to top with.”

Harry shook his head, looking around. Where was Cedric? Hell, where was everyone? Did they all get lost?

“I’m not leaving without all my friends,” he said.

The merman’s happy face fell. “Only one.”

Harry’s blood began to boil in his veins. What the hell was this dragonshit? He was a mere eye blink away from raising his wand and turning the fishman into sushi.

He spun around when he felt a large hand take his arm. There was a curse on the tip of his tongue, but he saw that it was Cedric. He gasped in surprise and hugged him close. “Get Cho,” he said, “Blast the chain and ride with her to the top.”

Cedric shook his head and pointed at him. Harry kissed him on top of the head and pushed him away. “Do it!”

Suddenly Cedric grabbed him, pulling him firmly against him when something large darted past them. Merpeople squealed and swam out of the way as well. Harry looked to see that it looked to be a human shark.

Krum? Well, it had to be. He sure as hell couldn’t see Fleur turning herself into something like that.

He watched those massive jaws bite through the chain that held Ron’s bubble. He snatched the dangling chain and everyone watched as the two of them shot off towards the surface like a cork firing from a bottle of fine wine.

Harry pointed his wand at the chain holding Hermione’s bubble. A red beam of light severed it with a snap, and she silently screamed his name as she shot off towards the surface.

Cedric quickly did the same thing to Cho’s bubble. She rocketed off towards the surface, shouting like Hermione had done, pounding against her prison.

“Why did you do that?” Harry yelled. “You were supposed to go with her!”

“You!” The merman shouted, pointing at the two of them with deadly sharp talons. “Surface now!”

Harry quickly took Cedric’s hand. Where the hell was Fleur?

“Come on!” He yelled, pulling Cedric after him. He pointed his wand at the unfamiliar girl’s chain and that was when a terrible pain hit him like a knife in the gut. He actually screamed as the change came over him again. It really hurt this time around.

It was Cedric who quickly took charge. He held Harry close, grabbed the chain, pointed his wand below them, and in a whoosh of bubbles, they reached the surface seconds before the whistle blew across the lake.

“Harry!” Cedric yelled, holding his head up out of the water. “Are you all right?”

Harry coughed and sputtered as his gills vanished and his lungs could once again suck in air. He looked to see that the young white haired girl was smiling warmly at him.

Both boys splashed back when the merpeople broke the surface. They were all smiling with such sharp yellow teeth. Were they about to get eaten?

The familiar looking merman glided forward like a fish, pointing at Harry. He was grinning and his voice was like a dolphins. It was all musical with sharp squeals.

Cedric was holding onto him tightly, but Harry ducked his head under the water with the merman. “You,” the merman grinned. “Winner.”

Cedric pulled him up and Harry quickly hugged him tight. He was so happy that this dragonshit was over with.

“Come along, boys,” Madam Pomfrey said, causing them both to turn. She was in a boat, hooking Hermione, Cho, and the white haired girl’s bubbles to the rear by the chains. “Let’s get you two out of that freezing water and into some nice warm blankets.”

Harry climbed into the boat with Cedric’s help, and then helped pull him in. He was completely exhausted. The warm blankets and Cedric’s arms around him felt heavenly.

“Oh, Harry!” Hermione squealed from her bubble. “You were so brave.”

“Yes,” Cho said, clapping her hands. “My gay heroes.”

Cedric stuck his tongue out at her and Harry laughed. He was just happy that everyone was safe.

“Ron must be in Heaven,” Cedric whispered in his ear.

Harry nodded. Krum had rescued Ron without so much as stopping for anything else. That was good and bad. The boy really did have a one track mind when it came to important matters.

“Here is some hot tea, you two,” Madam Pomfrey said, handing them two cups.

Ten minutes later Fleur had Harry in her arms, kissing him on the cheek, and she quickly did the same to Cedric. “Thank you so much, you two.”

The little girl was her sister, Gabrielle. Apparently the squid had wanted to play with her. That was why she had not been along.

“According to my old friend,” Professor Dumbledore said, getting back to his feet from where he had been conversing with the merman. “Harry Potter is the winner of this trial.”

Cedric bumped him with his hip, smiling. Harry felt his cheeks turning pink when people cheered really loudly.

“All of you showed great bravery,” Dumbledore said, smiling at each of them, lingering on Harry. “The scores are as follows…”

Cedric squeezed Harry’s hand. The two of them were running neck to neck. That was how close their final scores were.

Harry looked to see that Ron was lost in conversation with Krum. The two of them looked so cute together. It made him smile.

“The third and final task,” Dumbledore said, gathering everyone’s attention once more. “It will be held on the 24th of June.”

“Rest well,” Harry mimicked him, rolling his eyes. “I hate sarcasm.”

“PARTY!” Fred and George yelled, followed by lots of other cheers. “PARTY!”

All of Hufflepuff was doing the same for Cedric.

The taller teen smiled at Harry and then they were completely surrounded by their housemates. They looked at each other and soon got lost in the fun. But, Harry’s blood felt chill even though he was laughing as Krum chased Ron. The redhead had called him sharkface.

“I’ll owl you!” Cedric shouted over the roaring cheers. His housemates had picked him up, carting him off to their badger hole. “Love you!”

Harry waved him off with a bright smile and yelped when strong arms seized him up as well. He was lifted up into the air and his name was being chanted. His cheeks were burning such a pretty shade of pink.

“YAY HARRY!” Neville cheered.

All of Gryffindor followed suit. Harry smiled when he saw Krum kissing Ron of the cheek. His friend looked so happy. It made that chill go away. He was going to enjoy himself and rest. His body ached.

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It was hours before Harry could sneak out of his house. He was asked a hundred different questions about what all had taken place under the lake. He simply told them the truth, and left it at that. There was no point in making up stories to impress people. He had Cedric, and that was enough.

He silently and very carefully made his way down the long hallway to his destination. He whispered the password and the wooden door opened for him. He quickly walked inside, closed the door, and dropped his cloak. He turned around and his eyes widened in shock.

No, there was no obvious cliché of catching his guy in the bath with another cock. That has been overdone one too many times.

The entire bath was decorated with roses. There were roses all over the place. Even the bathwater was littered with fragrant red petals.

His green eyes took in so much red. The air smelled so sweet and it was all so beautiful.

“Hi, Harry.”

He turned around to see Cedric step out from behind a large bouquet. He was holding even more in his hands.

Harry smiled warmly. “All of this for me?”

Cedric walked up to him. “I thought there would be more.”

Harry took the roses from him and put his nose to them. They smelled so wonderful. He looked up at the older teen. “More?”

Cedric nodded. “I wanted to grow you a world of roses.”

Harry’s heart did a happy flip and he looked from Cedric to all the roses. “You grew all of these?”

“Yeah,” Cedric said, smiling at him. “Why do you think the greenhouse was so full of them?”

Harry was at a loss for words. He couldn’t believe it. Cedric had grown all of these for him? His heart felt like it was going to take off out of his chest like a rocket ship.

“Do you like them?” Cedric asked. His eyes were so clear and beautiful. He even toed the ground nervously.

“I love them,” Harry said, putting his roses down, and hugged him tight. “But not as much as I love you.”

Cedric beamed.

“But,” Harry said, looking up at him with a smirk. “Where will I keep them all?”

Cedric leaned down and whispered in his ear. Harry’s eyes lit up like green Christmas lights. “You really want to do that?”

Cedric nodded. “It’ll be fun.”

“Why, Mr. Diggory,” Harry said in a haughty voice. “I do believe that wicked Potter boy is beginning to rub off on you.”

Cedric laughed. “Wanna take a bath with me?”

Harry kicked his shoes off and nodded. He had never had a bath in a ton of rose petals before.

“Excellent,” Cedric grinned evilly. Oh, it was sexy in such a wolfish manner. “I do believe you owe me a massage.”

Harry laughed out loud. “You never forget.”

Cedric shook his head. “Nope.”

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Cedric dipped a sweet looking strawberry into a bowl of dark chocolate and put it to Harry’s cherry red lips. Those emerald green orbs took his breath away every time. Harry was so wonderful.

He watched Harry bite into the tasty fruit with milky white teeth and shivered when the smaller teen moaned. “Do you like it?” He asked.

Harry smiled as he chewed. He put a finger to his mouth, wiping the chocolate away. “You taste sweeter.”

Cedric blushed and felt him self harden all over again. Just looking at Harry made him want to pounce like the Big Bad Wolf and ravage him real good. But, he would never ever do that. He loved Harry far too much to rush something so magical. He wanted their first time to be something they would never ever forget for as long as they lived.

Harry floated away from him and went under the warm water. Cedric couldn’t help but think that he might have went a little overboard when he had put the petals in the water. The two of them were surrounded in a rose garden.

His smoky quartz eyes widened when Harry slowly rose up out of the water a few feet from him. The beautiful boy’s skin was white as marble walls and his dark hair was slicked straight back out of his gorgeous face. That lightning bolt scar looked as though it were glowing to be licked.

Ruby red petals clung to that snowy flesh like priceless jewels. It almost looked like Harry was splattered with blood. Cedric was so achingly hard it was hurting. Those beautiful green eyes caused his root to twitch.

Harry began to swim towards him like a deadly predator from the deep. Those garnet red lips were so moist and shiny.

Harry smiled as he glided his hands up Cedric’s muscular thighs. He hissed when Harry gently gripped him.

“Another flower?” Harry smirked like the Devil. “For me?”

Cedric swallowed. “Yeah…”

Harry stroked his shaft, causing him to squirm in his merciless grip. There was no escape. Harry looked into his eyes. “Can I pick it?”

Cedric’s toes curled and he nodded with a pant. He was Harry’s slave. That was all there was to it.

“Sit up there,” Harry told him, letting him free. “And hand me the chocolate.”

Cedric looked at him in question.

“I want me some chocolate covered nuts.”

Cedric snorted, reaching for the yummy goodness.

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The bowl of tasty chocolate was empty and Harry was cradling Cedric’s head in his arms. The older teen was napping with his head on Harry’s firm tummy. It was no telling what the time was.

The only thing he could think about was how happy he was feeling. He felt as though his entire body was glowing with a radiant light from the inside out. He began to hum, gently squeezed Cedric, and closed his eyes.

“I love you.”

Cedric, in his sleep, gently squeezed him back.

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Snape was ever so coldly looking at his class with cruel eyes. He was so calmly livid, the class was shocked they couldn’t see their own breaths.

“When I find out who did this,” he silently hissed like a deadly serpent, slithering through the grass, pointing at all the roses that took up his dungeon classroom. “I’m going to see to it personally that they have so many dirty cauldrons to clean they never see the world above again.”

He black robes snapped like whips as he clearly struggled to remain in control. Harry was also struggling to keep his face stoic. Snape looked absolutely ridiculous surrounded by all that vivid color.

Neville elbowed him. “Is someone crushing on him?”

“How the hell is that possible?” Ron whispered.

Hermione cocked a brow at Harry.

Harry merely shook his head. He was laughing like a cracked out hyena on the inside. Cedric gave the best presents.

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It’s a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
I feel like a monster

--RIHANNA

Present

The radiant Queen of Sorrow floated within her web of brilliant darkness. She was like a shimmering silver star, blazing with endless locks of fiery luminescence within that cavernous abyss. Her beauty was like ice and it could scorch mortal men to ashes.

Her smile had the power to freeze the very heart of a volcano. She was trembling in her fury. The screams would soon be upon her again. The last scream that came clawing from out of her mouth had lasted for seventeen hours straight.

It was never-ending. Her pain was just as endless as her eternal life. She missed him. She missed him so much.

Her molten amber eyes widened as tears streamed from them. She threw her head back, and her scream echoed all through the deep earth.

“NAOISE!”

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Dumbledore was seated at his desk, doing his best to remain calm under the dire circumstances. Everything was falling and crashing down around him into a billion little pieces. That was exactly what it felt and looked like.

“He just lost it,” Sirius said, looking from a grim faced Remus back to him again. “There was so much blood.”

Dumbledore closed his eyes and began to massage his temples. He wasn’t in control anymore.

“He killed You Know Who’s snake, nearly killed his relatives, and now he has killed my house elf,” Sirius said, visibly looking like he was struggling not to have another mental breakdown. He was losing all he had left of Lily and James. “What are we going to do?”

Dumbledore kept his head lowered. There was no controlling Harry now. He was simply beyond them. He was now a power all unto himself. His sorrow ruled him.

“Kreacher’s brains are all over my walls, Dumbledore!” Sirius nearly shrieked, bringing his hands down like a load of bricks onto the old wizard’s desk, rattling everything on it. “What if it had been Charlie, Molly, or Moody over there?”

“There is no stopping him,” he said at last, looking up at the distraught younger man. “His screams are far more deadly than the killing curse.”

“How did we survive?” Moody asked, clunking over from the fireplace.

“The walls acted as a barrier against most of the sound,” Dumbledore said. “You all just heard enough to knock you flat on your backs. But, I doubt they will be able to save you for too much longer.”

Remus blinked and spun when fire exploded outwards from the fireplace with emerald radiance. It was the Minister and he was white as a ghost.

Dumbledore was on his feet in an instant. “Cornelius?”

“Massive breakout at Azkaban,” he said in huffs. “And we have this.”

He held up a bubble and Dumbledore nearly staggered as he watched the security orbs footage. The bunny was out of the hat now. It showed Harry brutally attacking a female inmate and clearly destroying a dementor with what looked to be a kiss. Dumbledore silently gasped in shock. Harry could kill dementors?

“How many people have seen this?” He asked.

“How did Harry Potter get there?” Fudge asked him, clearly not listening to him. “How is he able to kill…”

Dumbledore suddenly looked ten feet tall and his voice rumbled like thunder. “How many people have seen this, you damned fool?” The orb exploded violently when he pointed his wand at it, causing the Minister to jump with a startled yelp.

Sirius, Remus, and Moody were clearly horrified. Here was Dumbledore in his power.

“Harry Potter has clearly gone dark,” Fudge snapped, pulling his own wand out. “He has clearly freed the prisoners. I knew he killed that Diggory boy. What are you hiding?”

Oh, if looks could kill, Fudge would be decayed. Dumbledore turned his back with an angry snarl. It was ruined. It was all ruined.

“Answer me!” Fudge shrieked.

Dumbledore spun around with a violent billow of his robes, sending the Minister’s wand soaring. He was right in the shorter man’s face, looking at him with stormy blue eyes. There was deadly lightning in those azure depths. It would be so easy to crush this worm under his heel and walk away.

“If you ever speak to me or like that about Harry Potter again, Minister,” he said, smiling oh so very pleasantly. He was even using his pleasant voice. “I will make such short work of your career.”

Fudge trembled in rage. “You would dare?”

“I made you,” Dumbledore hissed just for him to hear. “And I can break you just as easily, Corny.”

He turned his gaze to Moody, Remus, and Sirius, telling them that he would get back to them shortly. He had another mess to clean up. He told Fudge to sit down, shut up, and no he couldn’t have no goddamned tea.

He was so pissed that everything in his office was rattling. He was happy that Fawkes was out and about. Just looking at the sniveling Minister was only serving to piss him even more. The fool jumped when things began to break under the Headmaster’s rage.

Fools! I’m surrounded by frightened, incompetent, weak little fools! I’ve sacrificed my youth, my heart, and my life so these useless fools can just keep on breathing!

“Oh, Gellert,” he whispered with tears in his eyes. “Were you right?”

“What?” Fudge asked. He was still red in face. “What the hell is going on?”

Dumbledore, in all his merciful compassion, sent all his lemondrops flying at the Minster of Fool’s face. He could have used the killing curse, but he was afraid he’d mean it with all that was left of his heart. “Shut up and listen.”

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Voldemort just looked at his minion and fought not to smack her. “Say it again.”

“He is Death,” she cackled insanely, pulling on her own face as if she were trying to remove a mask. “He killed a Soulless One and giggled as it exploded into nothing.”

Voldemort hissed. “How did he do it?”

“A kiss,” she said, puckering her chapped and bleeding lips. “He kills Death with a kiss.”

“Who is he?” He asked again.

Her crazed laughter was high and shrill. She actually stated to dance around the small room like a lunatic. “The Boy You Failed To Kill.”

His serpent red eyes flashed like rubies and she fell to her knees screaming in agony. “You dare, Bella?”

“He is Death!” She screamed in blood chilling horror. “Harry Potter is Beautiful Death!”

Voldemort made her scream even more.

“He is coming for us all!” She howled in torture. “And his screams will usher us to the gates of Hell!”

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, fighting the urge to shiver. He continued to make her scream, but it was no longer screams. She was laughing. The crazy bitch was laughing.

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Darkness slithered like snaky tendrils as the icy mists parted for him. Eyes the color of molten emerald jewels gazed up at the large letters spelling out Gringotts. The bank was closed, but he didn’t give a fuck.

He made his way through the large doors as if they were made of smoke and looked around the massive hall where people and goblins were usually making a fuss over things. His footsteps echoed sharply as he walked across the marble floor. If there were guards, he would simply twist their heads off their necks and toss them aside like cheap baubles.

He was actually itching to kill something. It was a lot of fun now that he thought about it. Causing that damn house elf’s brains to explode out the back of his skull with a crimson splatter had been a real blast. It had actually dulled the aching pain in his chest, but only for a moment. He couldn’t wait to fish his talons around in Voldemort and see which organ he might catch first.

“Hello!” He called out in musical notes. “I seem to have dropped a galleon and I can’t pick it up.”

His voice echoed with beauty throughout the empty hall. He rolled his eyes. Those goblins were damn haughty. What did they do, let rumors alone guard the bank? Oh, well. Their stupidity will only make his job easier.

He floated up in the air on wings of smoky black silk. All the shadows in the place looked as though they longed to dance in his ever-moving hair. Each strand coiled, curled, and flowed like a river of darkness from his head.

Something hard suddenly struck him in the back, and it felt like a stone brick shattering against him. He ever so slowly and eerily turned in the air to look at his attacker.

“Ah,” he smiled, looking down at the little goblin. His tiny little fingers were sparkling red with goblin magic. “Don’t I know you?”

“The bank is closed at this late hour, Sir,” the goblin said in a surprisingly calm and polite manner. “I will ask you to leave only once.”

Harry folded his arms across his chest. He was no longer smiling. In fact, ice was beginning to creep across the high ceiling, hanging down in sharp sickles. He didn’t like being threatened. Nobody possessed the power to threaten him now. They had taken away the one thing to threaten him with.

Harry opened his mouth and he spun his spell like a web around the little goblin. He left no room or option for escape. The little bitch was his slave and he had bidding to bid out.

“You will take me to the Lestrange vault,” he said to the goblin, floating down closer to him, hovering like a dark deity. “And you open it, allowing me to take that which I seek inside.”

The goblin had a very strong will, but Harry began snipping those steel strings away as if they were made of tinfoil. He watched those beady little eyes get glassier and glassier.

“This way, Sir,” the goblin said, leading the way like a faithful zombie. Harry wished he had a collar and leash for him. It would look so cute.

However, he was just a wee bit put down. He had hoped this to be more of a challenge. Where was all the security Hagrid had fussed about? One little goblin? What the fuck? Was it all rumors? Was this a goblin joke to fool all the wand carrying wizard and witches? If so, he had to clap.

“Hop in, Sir,” the goblin said.

“After you,” Harry smiled, following suit into the cart.

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“Bella,” Voldemort said, gently patting her scratched up cheek. She had clawed herself real good. “What did Potter get out of you?”

“His voice!” She cried, backing away from him. She began to scratch her arms and neck wildly. “His voice is like spiders crawling under my skin!”

“Focus, Bella,” he said, snapping his long fingers loudly. “Why did he come to you?”

“Snakes!” She cried, falling to her knees, grabbing her stomach. “He’s put serpents in my stomach!” She began ripping at her new dress.

“Bella!” He thundered.

“He floats in the mists of past and future,” she whispered, dropping to all fours like a dog, and began crawling around the room on her knees. “He saw the gold. HE KNOWS!”

Voldemort stomped his heel his agitated frustration. Azkaban had warped her, the boy had broken her, and now he feared he had shattered her.

“What gold?” Voldemort asked. “What does he know?”

She snatched the hem of his robe, screaming. “He holds the chalice of Death!”

Voldemort’s eyes widened. “Where is it, Bella? Where did you put it?”

“Deep in the dark earth,” she cackled, letting him go. “Guarded by Winged Fire with teeth like swords.”

“Where?” He roared, shoving her off him, causing her to grab her healed arm in pain. “Tell me where!”

Her haunted eyes darted back and forth in terror. “In the shadows. He comes in the shadows.”

“Useless fool!” Voldemort all but screamed in fury. “Where is the goddamned cup?” He pointed his glowing tipped wand right between her lost eyes, demanding her to tell him.

“Goblins!” She shrieked, throwing herself away from him with a choked sob. “He knows about the goblins.”

Gringotts!

He spun away from her, blasting the door off its rusted hinges with a violent red explosion. Her shrieking and screaming followed after him.

“HARRY POTTER!”

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Harry’s beautiful face was scorched black and his skull was showing through some deep gashes. He pulled his fist free from the dragon’s brains and licked his healing red lips. The skin was already beginning to flake and peel away, revealing luminous white flesh. “Now he’ll be quiet.”

Dragons were such stupid, violent creatures. He was shocked to find they actually had brains for him to dig around in. It was so amazing.

“Open the door,” the commanded, carving his name into the dead dragon’s scaly flank. The little goblin did what he was bid to do. There was no escape from Harry’s dark devices.

He hopped over the stinking dragon and strolled into the vault after his pointy eared slave. There was gold and jewels all over the place. It was all so damn useless. Wizards and witches prided themselves on such stupid things. His eyes looked the place over and his patience was suddenly gone.

“WHERE IS IT?” He yelled, diving in, throwing princess jewels over his head like trash, smashing his blood and gored covered fist through anything that was in his way. He had to have that cup. “HELP ME FIND IT!” He cried, turning on the goblin. If that stupid bitch had lied to him, she had better hope and pray he could never find her sorry ass. He would carve the answers from her soul.

He spun around, fighting not to scream. It would kill his minion and then he’d have to look for the cup in this massive vault all by himself. Tears filled his eyes as he smashed through mounds of coins and paintings, shredding the paper faces of Deatheaters. Oh, he was going to make them eat death all right. He was going to put his lips just above theirs and scream down their throats, causing their organs to explode. He was going to tear out their still beating hearts and suck on them.

“Sir,” the goblin said, but Harry spun, digging his talons into his minion’s little chest, lifting him off his feet. He hissed like a nest of serpents as blood streamed from the goblin’s mouth.

“There,” the goblin pointed up high and his eyes glazed over, falling completely still.

Molten hot tears streamed from his eyes like acid and he gently lowered the body to the ground. He grabbed his hair and screamed in rage. It poured from his mouth like a wave of invisible magma. All the veins in the dead goblin’s body ruptured and even split the skin open.

A great howl filled his ears and he looked up through his tears. It was the chalice. There was a black smoke hovering around it, and it exploded with a cry.

“Oh, Tom,” he said, forgetting the dead goblin, and floated up to it. “Even your darkest magic is no match for me now.”

He snatched the golden cup to his chest and felt the power it contained. It was like it was singing to him. He took off from the vault like a deadly black twister. He unleashed his screams in the darkness, killing anything that might try and hinder his progress.

“CEDRIC!”

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A sudden sharp pain struck Voldemort in the chest, nearly knocking him off his feet, and flat onto his back. He stumbled forward to lean back against a dark pillar. It hurt. It fucking hurt. He gasped for breath as he looked around the silent bank. It had been so easy to get in. Well, nothing could stop him. He was the Dark Lord.

That was when he felt another stabbing pain in his head and he put his hands over his ears, pressing in hard. It was a screaming that made him feel like he was standing in the heart of a metal melting furnace. He felt as though his skin was being peeled away like a blade peels a succulent apple.

He pressed his trembling palms hard against his ears, thinking his face was going to explode. It caused his knees to quiver. What manner of being could make such a noise?

The scream was suddenly gone and he took a deep breath, filling his starving lungs. He had not even noticed he had not been breathing. The pain had been that great. He could hear the sound of heels walking across marble and he looked around the pillar.

His molten ruby red eyes became slits of lust. It was as if Beauty Incarnate had ascended up from the bowls of the Underworld, wearing darkness like a silk garment.

Was this Harry James Potter? What had happened to the boy? Was this what had been hiding behind those glasses? His beauty was so sharp and twisted it was horrifying to look at.

He noticed how The Boy Who Lived was holding the golden cup like a mother would a small baby. He was smiling and it froze the breath in the Dark Lord’s lungs. The boy’s gorgeous mouth was filled with teeth that looked like moon-white daggers.

“What in the world are you?” He asked himself.

“Tom…”

Voldemort’s eyes widened in shock. Did he know he was there? How was that possible? Nobody except Dumbledore could sense him.

“I’m going to slowly peel away your scaly flesh,” the boy whispered and it was louder than thunder. It was like frost creeping up inside of him, covering his bones. “And I’m going to wear it as a shroud.”

Harry was floating in the air, looking as if he were lounging on a storm cloud. That was how much silk he was wearing. His laughter was like metal being ripped apart.

“Behold your creation,” the Prince of Sorrow said and his words struck like lightning from the deepest of darkness. “And tremble like the Half-Blooded bastard son of a small prick you are.”

Voldemort grounded his teeth in rage. The brat had destroyed three of his Horcruxes and now he mocked him, too.

“Why don’t you come out and face me, oh Dark Lord,” Harry asked, snorting sarcastically. “Come out and teach me a lesson. Come out and put me in my place.”

Voldemort stilled his wrath. The boy was clearly insane. Well, he had driven him there.

“I’m going to tickle your brain like I tickled that dragon’s in the basement,” Harry laughed. “I wonder if it will kill you…”

He remained silent.

“Fine,” Harry snapped. “Just stay hidden. I’ll come for you soon enough.”

Voldemort squeezed his wand. He wanted to kill.

“Oh,” Harry said from far away. “Have you heard any good prophecies lately?”

Voldemort listened to the sound of shredding and breaking wood. He had seen those deadly talons the boy possessed. Was he digging his way out through the door? The little shit had his prophecy. His toleration meter was almost to the max. The boy’s laughter echoed from all around and echoed into utter silence.

He stepped out from around the pillar and was staring into the eyes of something truly terrifying to behold. He quickly raised his wand, but it went flying from his hand. Damn it!

“You arrogant fuck!” Harry sneered, grabbing him by the throat, sinking his talons into his tender flesh.

His glowing red eyes burned with startled fury and terrible pain. He struggled and fought to no avail. The boy was a monster.

“I can’t kill you because I never seem to be able to and I need your blood,” Harry snickered in his face, lifting him up into the air off his feet. “I guess I won’t need that prophecy either.” He used his other hand to make a deep gash down Voldemort’s left cheek. “You took my Cedric away from me…I’m so going to make you very, very sorry you ever did that.”

Voldemort fought in agony as that perfect mouth opened and a scream rushed over him like dragon’s fire. In those few seconds, he actually wished he could die.

TBC…

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Flora.

Note: The poem above belongs to POE.