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 Two

Hermione made her way into the common room with a good book in hand that she could not wait to start reading on. She walked over to a chair that was in the corner, suddenly stopping when she noticed a lonely figure sitting on the sofa in front of the glowing fireplace.

“Harry?”

He turned around and looked at her. She noticed that he did not have his glasses on, and she almost did not even recognize him. He looked so different without them. Were those tears gleaming in the firelight?

He gave her a big fake smile. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I was just about to ask you the same thing.” She said, walking over to take a seat next to him.

He put his glasses back on, taking notice of the big book in her arms. “Are you actually studying this late at night? Tomorrow is Saturday, you know.”

She shook her head. “This would be a romance novel, Harry.”

He gawked. “Say what?”

She rolled her eyes and handed it to him. He took it from her and looked at the cover. The title said, The Banshee’s Kiss.

He looked back up at her. “What’s it about?”

Hermione blushed. “A romantic tale of true love that is doomed from the moment the two lover’s first kiss.”

Harry made a face and handed it back to her. “Why would you want to read something that is so sad?”

She sat the tragic tale aside and looked him over. He still looked like Harry, but something has changed. His eyes seemed so distant. Perhaps she really should stop slapping him upside the head so much. She has probably rattled something loose.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked and quickly put his hand to his forehead. “Don’t answer that.”

She snorted. He really was cute. “I was just wondering why you are sitting down here all alone?”

He looked back at the warm glow of the fire and sighed. “I just wanted to spend some time alone.”

Hermione cocked her head to the side. “What’s wrong Harry? You seem so distant all of a sudden? Did something happen the other day?”

Harry lowered his head and closed his eyes. Cedric had sent him an owl during dinner and wanted to hang out with him at the lake again tomorrow. It was supposed to be warm and sunny all day, too.

He could still see Cedric ducking the rock that the giant squid had thrown back at him. It had been one of the funniest things he had ever seen. He actually swore that the squid shook a tentacle at Cedric as if to say, “You darn whippersnappers!”

That had been so much fun. He had had a lot of fun with Cedric the other day. He wanted to have fun with him again tomorrow, too.

Hermione touched his arm and it brought him out of reverie. She noticed that his face was really red, too. Was he coming down with a cold?

“Are you feeling okay?” She asked him in concern, feeling his forehead with the back of her palm. “You’re really red in the face.”

“I’m fine.” He said, leaning back. “And we seem to be avoiding each others questions, huh?”

She laughed and he decided to tell her.

“I pass out whenever those damned dementors come anywhere near me, I hear my mom screaming for Voldemort to stop before I hit the ground, I have a psychotic murderer after me, and I lost my broom.”

Hermione blinked.

He could not help but shake his head. That was only the tip of the titanic iceberg that was looming under the frigid depths. There was something even scarier than Voldemort’s panties hounding him.

Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived, The Golden Prince of Gryffindor, The Light Which Shines In The Darkness, might be…gay.

Dum! Dum! Dum!

Hermione took a hold of his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Everything will be okay, Harry. I’m here and Ron’s here, too…when he’s not sleeping. You do know that you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Harry gave her a big smile that almost reached his emerald orbs. “Thanks, Hermione.”

She gave him a big hug and watched him go up to his room. She picked up her book, made herself nice and comfortable, opened up the cover to the first page, and then frowned.

“Damn! I forgot my tissues!”

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Cedric was sitting on the nice boulder, tossing some little stones he had collected on the way down from the castle into the water. Each one made a tiny little plop when it hit the surface.

He had thought that he was not going to be able to get away from Cho and all the other people who were always crowding around him. Cho was nice, and she was a really good friend to him. She kept his secret. It was all the other people that got on his nerves. He treasured Moaning Myrtle’s friendship above theirs. At least she was always honest with her feelings and intentions. She really was a tragic little ghost and he could not help but befriend her. She always helped him when he wanted to sneak away.

He looked down at his open palm and smiled. There was a neat little rock there and it had a perfect hole in it. It looked to be made from the remains of some tiny aquatic creature. He really couldn’t think of the name, so he put it in one of his pockets for safekeeping.

He heard a soft hello come from behind him and he turned around to see that it was Harry. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans and a green t-shirt that really made his emerald eyes glow.

“Hi!” Cedric said with excitement, admiring him. He began to wonder how nice Harry would look in clothing that actually hugged his lithe frame like a glove. “You look just like a handsome muggle.”

Harry blushed and scratched his head. “Thanks, I think.”

He suddenly froze on the spot. Did he just call me handsome?

“I’m glad that you were able to make it.” Cedric told him, scooting over to make room for his guest. “I was starting to think that you were going to stand a powerful wizard up.”

Harry laughed a little nervously as he took a seat next to him. There was that delightful scent again.

“You’re going to have to tell me what your cologne is called and where I can get me some, Cedric.”

Cedric nodded, telling him that he would bring him some the next time they hung out. He absolutely adored Harry’s smile. He looked back out over the waters and cringed with excitement. Nobody else in the whole school had been able to smell it but Harry. His True Love Oil had worked. Only his true love would be able to smell the magical aroma. He was definitely going to have to owl his mother now.

“I’m going to have to see if Professor Sprout will let me have some night blooming jasmine.” Harry told him. “And hang it somewhere in my room.”

Cedric was so excited. He could not seem to take his eyes off the beautiful young man that was sitting right next to him.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.” Cedric told him.

“So,” Harry asked, “What do you want to do?”

Cedric put on the mimic of a thoughtful expression. It made Harry laugh.

What could the two of them do? He did not want to be bothered by other people right now. He was simply too excited.

“Walk with me, Harry?”

Harry looked back up at his smiling face and nodded. “Okay.”

The two young men walked along the rocky shore together, asking each other all manner of questions about each other’s life. They must have asked each other a hundred questions because the dinner bell was gonging. The two of them had spent the entire day together.

The two of them had found out that they had a ton of likes and dislikes in common. They now knew each other’s favorite color, food, drink, sky, flower, gemstone, and even a few dirty little secrets. How those even came out of the dark, neither one knows. It just happened.

“One more question.” Cedric said, picking up another little rock that had a hole in it, adding it to his growing collection.

“Okay.” Harry said, stopping to look at him. “Ask away.”

“It might sound a little odd.” Cedric warned. “So, don’t freak out.”

Harry chuckled. “Just ask it already. I’m hungry.”

Cedric nodded. “You’ve finally discovered you’re true love but your true love turns out to be a guy. What would you do, Harry?”

Harry blinked. His face was turning red. How was he supposed to answer a question like that? Was Cedric playing with him? Had he been playing with him all along? Did someone put him up to this?

He looked around to see if he could see anybody watching the two of them. Well, he knew how to play back, too.

“Oh, that’s easy.” Harry smiled a little coldly. “I’d find a spell and make him grow tits and a vagina.”

Cedric took half a step back because of the sharp venom in that cool voice. “You would?”

“I don’t like being made fun of.” Harry said, turning to walk away. “But at least you have the rocks to do it to my face and to do it alone as well.”

Cedric looked at the tiny little rocks in his hand and frowned. This had all somehow gone horribly wrong.

“Harry!” Cedric yelled after him. “Wait!”

“No, it’s okay!” Harry waved over his shoulder, not even looking back at him. “I should have known better that to think someone like you would actually want to be my friend! Ha, ha! Looks like the jokes on me!”

Harry suddenly stopped in his tracks and spun around to look back at him. “And to answer your question honestly, Diggory, it doesn’t matter what gender my true love might happen to be! Love is love! If my true love happens to be a guy, I’d wrap my arms around him and never let go!”

Cedric just stood there open mouthed, watching Harry storm away. He swore those green eyes had blazed with a cold fire.

He looked at the rocks in his hands and tightly closed his fists around them. He was so going to fix this.

Harry could feel the tears starting to sting his eyes. How could he have been so stupid? Why would Cedric Diggory, the handsome heartthrob, want to be his friend? In that tiny little moment, he hated people.

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Present

Dumbledore was sitting at Harry’s bedside, finding that he could not take his eyes off that heartbreakingly beautiful face. His skin was so white it seemed to glow like mother of pearl. His smoky black hair was coiling and curling around his haunting face like serpents. That lightning bolt scar on his forehead kept glowing with a blazing emerald light.

How had he not been able to see this coming? He was so stupid to think that Harry would be okay after what had happened to Cedric Diggory.

A banshee’s cry was one that was foretelling the death of a loved one. The cry of the Beansidhe could literally strike a person dead. It was a lot like the cry of a mandrake, only a lot messier.

The Dursley’s had been lucky. The curse had not yet consumed Harry. If it had, well, their brains would have been splattered all over that pretty white carpet.

“How is my godson?” A cool voice suddenly asked from behind him.

Dumbledore turned his wet blue eyes away from Harry to glance at Sirius Black. “He will soon come out of it, Sirius. How his manor will be, I do not know.”

Sirius went to his godson’s side, kneeling down, holding a slender moonlit hand. “How did this happen to him?”

Dumbledore shook his head. “I do not know, my friend.”

“You said that a beansidhe kissed him.” A soft voice came from the doorway, causing both men to turn around to see that it was Tonks.

Dumbledore nodded. “Harry must have been kissed by one of these ancient creatures sometime after Cedric Diggory’s death.”

“I don’t understand.” Sirius said. “How could this boy’s death affect Harry so much? Did they know each other that well?”

Hermione stepped into the light. “They were lovers, Sirius.”

Ron came in right beside her, “Soulmates.”

Sirius looked straight at Dumbledore. “And you knew this?”

The old, yet powerful wizard nodded his head.

“Cedric?” Harry softly called out in his sleep. His voice was so airy, soft, and melodious. It was beautiful. “I will walk with you.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.

I just found out that Dumbledore is gay. I absolutely love it! JK is GODDESS! I’m also going to add this little fun thing my friend and I did last night. This chapter really depressed me, and I needed some cheering up. Don’t get mad, it’s just for fun. Rita Skeeter is interviewing Dumbledore on the Wizard Carpet.

Rita: And don’t you simply look flaming hot today, Dumbledore. Who are you wearing?

Dumbledore: Fawkes, of course.

Rita: Into beastiality now, Dumbledore?

Dumbledore: (chuckles) I thought it would get Gellert’s attention. (blue eyes twinkle) He never pays attention to me anymore, since I whooped his butt, way back when.

Rita: (cracks the heck up) Just how big is your wand, Dumbledore?

Dumbledore: Big enough to tame that old dark wizard who won’t even speak to me anymore. I bet he misses it. (winks) I cast a wicked spell, Rita.

Rita: (snorts) Oh, I bet you do.

Dumbledore: (chuckles)

Rita: Was it hard dragging young Harry out of the closet?

Dumbledore: (dramatic eye roll) Oh, it was the most difficult part of the war. I almost thought he was going to stay in there forever, and marry that little Weasley girl, and grow up and have lots of poorly named children.

Rita: I would cock an eyebrow at that, Dumbledore, but my face is too frozen by all the enchantalox I inject into it daily.

Dumbledore: But thankfully, due to some coincidental time travel, which I had nothing to do with, he ended up in 1883, when I was a seventh year, and, well, I couldn’t possibly tell you the rest.

Rita: (snorts and holds out hand) Can you loan me some money?

Dumbledore: (cocks shapely white brow) How much you need?

Rita: (Looks at him) I need about t’ree fitty.

Dumbledore: (nostrils flare) You gosh darned lake squid! I knew you weren’t the real Rita Skeeter! (takes Harry in a sack and runs away)

Harry: (peeks out and throws up his arms) Oh, it was scary!

I feel better now.