Winter\'s Icy Fingers Creep

Winter’s Icy Fingers Creep

Flora_Winters

I do not own Harry Potter and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: Harry Potter forswears love and in the process of doing as such, his heart becomes a solid jewel of ice, transforming him into a glacial creature of cruelest beauty. This story will contain boy love, explicit violence, and a strong usage of language.

Chapter Two

I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your face
Under…your face

--Mazzy Star

Harry was laughing. He couldn’t help it. Cedric was acting like an idiot. He had the goofiest grin on his handsome face.

“Come here,” Cedric teased, reaching for him with those large, comforting hands. “I just want to hold you.”

Harry danced just out of his reach, shaking his head. He told him that if he wanted him, he was just going to have to catch him.

“You can run all you like, Harry,” Cedric smiled ever so wolfishly. “But, I’ll always catch you, no matter what.”

“Even if I’m about to fall?” He asked.

Cedric nodded, grabbing hold of him, pulling him close, and rested his chin on top of the smaller teen’s head. “Even if we both crash and burn.”

~*~

“Such a sad little boy you are, Harry James Potter,” a silver voice sparkled in his mind. It was like ice under twinkling starlight.

Heartbreaking, emerald-green eyes fluttered open with the grace of a butterfly escaping its silken cocoon. His body was chilled to the bone. He was cold. It felt so good. The cold helped him not to feel. It numbed the ache in his heart. Why was he in the hospital wing?

“Do you wish for me to take your pain away?” The female voice asked. Her glittering voice was like frost covered bells, chiming in a winter breeze. “Do you wish for me to make your heart as frozen as the icy depths of the endless sea?”

He slowly sat up on the soft bed, searching for the owner of the seductive voice. Charlie was on the bed across from him, reading a book by candlelight. But, something was wrong.

The candle flames were not flickering. In fact, they were not even burning. He looked at the fire in the fireplace. It was unmoving. The flames were frozen at a complete standstill. Charlie even looked frozen in place.

What was this? What was going on? Was he dreaming? Was time frozen? He could see his breath. That was how cold the room suddenly felt to him.

He leaned out of his bed, poking Charlie with his finger. The older man felt like he always did. He just wouldn’t move, no matter what he did to him. His eyes were open and he looked like he was about to turn the page in his book at any moment.

“Come to me,” the voice called to him like a siren. “Come to the window, my little Harry.”

He got to his feet and the floor felt like ice under them. He walked towards the painted window, finding the glass coated in a thick frost. It was all sparkly and pretty. But, it was summer. How could there be such a frost?

“Open the window, Harry,” the voice cooed to him like rolling snowdrifts. “Let me inside.”

He reached out with a bewitched hand, undoing the metal latch, pulling the window open by its golden handle. A cold wind hit him in the face, causing his eyes to sting with painful tears.

The night was terribly dark and the wind was suddenly very, very still. That was when snow began to fall.

He blinked and his eyes widened in childish wonder. The glittering flakes began to swirl, dance, taking the slender form of a very beautiful woman. She floated on the air before him as if she possessed invisible wings.

Her beauty was as sharp as an icy mountain’s peak. It could freeze the breath in a man’s lungs.

She had flawless skin of smooth, luminous alabaster. Her vibrant hair was long, whiter than snow under sunlight. It looked like she was clothed in flowing silk of frost and billowing feathers of brightest moonlight.

It was her eyes that drew him in. They were the color of the ocean waves, frozen for all time. Each jewel was impossibly blue. No. The color blue couldn’t even describe how wondrously blue they were.

He took a few steps back and she was standing tall and glorious before him. She was graceful and regal in her fierce stature.

She reached out with a radiant hand, placing it over his broken, bleeding heart. Her flesh shimmered like diamonds. Those beautiful eyes glowed with a fearsome power.

“Oh, such pain,” she said. Her voice was the north wind.

He could see Cedric’s lifeless body before him. He heard the echoes of his own cries and screams. Dumbledore had tried to pull him away from Cedric, but he wouldn’t be moved. He had held onto him in front of everyone, pressing his face down against his, begging him to get up, screaming in blind terror.

Voldemort’s laughter haunted his ears, mocking him.

“I can take your pain,” the snowy enchantress told him.

He felt the sting from the slap he had received from Cedric’s mother. Her words bit into him with venom from a thousand poisonous vipers.

The woman before him was glowing like a white star. Her severe face softened dramatically, but her eyes were monstrous. He was completely enthralled by her terrible, twisted beauty. She was the cold which killed all emotion.

“Will you give me your pain?” She asked with such motherly kindness, pulling him into her arctic embrace. “Will you become my little boy, Harry?”

He had no mother. He had never known a mother’s love. He kept seeing Cedric and it hurt so much.

“I don’t want to feel,” he trembled, letting his tears fall like rain, resting his face against her frozen breast. “I don’t want to feel anything ever again.”

The beautiful vision gently pulled away, holding what appeared to be a single teardrop in her smooth palm. It was frozen and sparkled silver-blue.

Harry gasped when that shapely hand passed through his chest as if it were made of brilliant mist. Those icy fingers seized hold of his heart, planting the frozen tear within, like a seed.

“With every heart I hold,” she smiled with such blinding, horrible splendor. “The world becomes that more cold.”

Her hand pulled free and Harry felt himself falling over backwards. Where was Cedric? He had promised to always catch him.

The darkness was so white. There was snow falling all around him.

To Be Continued.