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 Three

Harry was in his room, sitting on the windowsill, looking out at the setting sun. They sky was all ablaze with scarlet and orange hues. It was so pretty. All the fiery colors reminded him of Fawkes.

Peter Pettigrew turned out to be alive and was the rat that sold his parent’s out to Voldemort. He wished now that Crookshanks had eaten that fat, rat bastard. Why, the very nerve of that trash living in his room as Ron’s pet for two years seriously pissed him off. He was so going to buy some rattraps and set them all over the place in case that sniveling little bitch came sneaking about again.

Snape was such a master screw up. That slimy git was always screwing up something or other. It had been hilarious when Hermione sent him on a crash course with a wall. She was still mortified.

Professor Lupin was a real werewolf. Now Harry understood why the boggart had turned into a shiny sphere of silver light for the man. He actually went all furry and howled at the moon when he wasn’t tearing out some poor bloke’s intestines. He really hoped that Professor Lupin never really gotten the chance to do that.

Hermione and he had actually gone back in time, using a Time-Turner. That had really explained to him how she was able to be at all her classes at the exact same time as all the others. That had to be a lot of work. No wonder she had snapped at Snape and sent him crashing into a wall in the Shrieking Shack.

The two of them had been able to save Buckbeak, who is a hippogriff, who was condemned to death because of that sniveling pussy, Draco Malfoy. Oh, Hermione broke his nose with her fist, too. She sent that little bitch running with his snaky tail between his legs.

They then managed to free Sirius Black, who was not a psychotic murderer at all. He is actually Harry’s loving godfather, who has flown off into hiding on the back of Buckbeak.

Harry rested his head against the cool glass. His life was so fucked up. He needed a vacation from his life. Maybe he could snatch that Time-Turner and take a little break somewhere in time. Oh, even better, he could go back in time and drown Tom Riddle while he’s bathing. Wow, wouldn’t that be entertaining?

He closed his eyes and sighed. There was no doubt that Dumbledore had it locked up tight somewhere he couldn’t get to. That kind of magic seemed too powerful to mess around with.

It would all be so easy if he had it. He could borrow the Knight Bus from Stan and run Tom over with it. He would then back up, just to be polite, and make sure that he got the job done.

“What on earth are you cackling about over there, Harry?” Ron asked, cocking a brow, arms folded against his chest. “You sound just like Hermione when she’s plotting to get the best study section in the library.”

Harry turned to look at him with a big smile on his face. “I was just picturing myself at the wheel of the Knight Bus, running Voldemort down with it.”

Ron’s jaw dropped and he just gawked at his best friend, who was smiling like a maniac. “You’re serious?”

Harry nodded. “It’ll be fun.”

Ron picked his jaw up off the floor and put it back in place. He just shook his head. “I can actually see that in my head, too.”

Harry laughed. “We need to start packing.”

“Aren’t you going to go get something to eat?” Ron asked him, walking over to his dresser.

Harry nodded and then asked, “Do you want me to bring you anything back while I’m down there?”

Ron shook his head. “I’ve already eaten. Hermione snatched some food earlier and is off somewhere doing gods only knows what.”

Harry smiled at his friend, got to his feet, and left the room.

Ron watched him leave and frowned. He knew that Harry was hiding behind laughter and big smiles. He knew that Harry had wanted that brilliant white stag to be his father’s patronus sent to protect him.

He looked over the photo of Lily and James Potter that was on Harry’s desk. He picked it up and smiled back at them. The two of them were watching over Harry. He just knew they were.

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Cedric was sitting at his desk with his head resting on a blank piece of parchment that was about to be his sixteenth letter to Harry. He was twirling a purple and green quill around and sighed. No matter how many letters he had sent to Harry, his owl would always return them to him unopened. Well, he was not the kind of guy who simply gave up on true love.

He started writing his letter. It was short, sweet, and to the point. He summoned his owl.

“Take this to Harry.” He said, giving it the letter. “Hoot him until he reads it, okay?”

The owl hooted and flew out the open window. He sighed, only to moan when his stomach growled. He was so hungry. Where the heck was Cho?

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Harry made his way down towards the Great Hall, only to freeze on the bottom step. He growled when he saw that black owl flying at him again. How many letters was that jerk going to send him? What did it take to get through to that mean prick?

“I don’t want it!” He snarled, waving his hands around in front of his face. “Go away! Tell him to go jump in the lake!”

The solid black owl hooted at him.

“You know perfectly well who!” Harry fumed, as the owl fluttered around his face. He hissed at it and took off running towards the Great Hall.

“I don’t want it!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, failing to see a surprised looking Cedric and Cho as he ran by them with the owl right behind him.

Cho made a face, pointing at the funny third year. “Are you sure he is worth all this moaning, moping, and groaning, Ced?”

Cedric’s tiny frown turned upside down, and he nodded. Cho rolled her eyes.

“I take it that you would like for me to bring you some food, huh?”

Cedric blushed. “You don’t mind?”

He poked his head around the corner to see that some of the students were watching and pointing at Harry who was slinging spells at the pestering owl. Professor Dumbledore looked amused as all get out from his seat, and Professor Snape simply looked ill.

Cho put a hand on his shoulder. “He is very cute…and he is funny.”

Cedric’s smile got bigger. “You think so?”

She waved him off and walked into the Great Hall. She could not help but smile as she watched Harry fuss over the owl. He was swiping at it to no avail.

He finally just gave up and fell into a seat with a huff. There was no way he could win against such a formidable opponent. It had him burning in a rage.

He fended off a hundred dementors (which was simply sheer luck), kicked that rat bastard’s ass (which was mostly Remus and Sirius), and freed his godfather (which was mostly Hermione’s doing). Why the hell could he not fend off this simple little hooter?

He just glared at those big amber eyes and hooted at it for the meanness of it. I’ll get you, my hooter! And your sexy boy, too!

The owl hopped forward, dropped the letter on his sliver plate, gave a little hoot, and fluttered up into the air, where it hovered. He just sighed.

“What?” He asked in annoyance. “Are you just going to fly around until I open it?”

The owl hooted.

A shadow was suddenly looming over him and he saw that it was Cho. She leaned across the table and grinned at him. It was not a pleasant grin either.

“Open that letter.” She commanded in a cool tone. “And I won’t bite your pretty little head off.”

Harry made a face. What the hell did she know about this? Just who the hell does she think she is? Oh, he was pissed now! Wait! Did she call me pretty?

He picked up the letter, got to his feet, snatched up a honey glazed roll, took a big bite out of it right in her face, and strolled away with a sharp hiss of his robes.

She put a hand to her mouth and giggled. The owl fluttered down to rest on her shoulder, hooting in glee.

“You’re telling me.” She laughed, going to gather a big plate of her and Cedric’s favorite foods. “Why do all the good ones have to be gay?”

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Harry was doing his best to try and stay calm. He was so mad, he couldn’t stand it. What the hell did Cedric want with him? They didn’t know each other. He thought they were starting to, but that was blown out of the water when Cedric asked that mean question. He just knew someone put him up to it, too. Why else would Cedric ask such a question?

He looked at the letter in his hand and was just about to tear it to shreds when a dark shape fluttered above him. It was that damn owl again.

“What are you going to do?” Harry yelled up at it. “Harass me until I open it!”

A soft hoot was his answer.

He looked at the letter. Why me?

He opened it up and started to read it.

Harry,

Please come and see me. I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings. I want to try and explain why I asked that question. I didn’t mean to make you so mad. Please read this letter. I really do want to be your friend. We have so much in common and I really like you, too. Just give me the chance to explain. I’ll even let you hex me if I piss you off. I promise! Please come and see me at the Quidditch field at 10 o’clock. Oh, dress warm, too. It’s going to be chilly out.

Cedric

He must have stood there and read the damned thing over twenty times before he realized he was doing it. He just gazed at the pretty handwriting. Was this for real? If this was some kind of mean trick, he was going to hex him good.

He folded the letter up, put it back in its envelope, and tucked it into his robe for safekeeping. He jumped when the clock started ringing. It was 9 o’clock. He had to go get ready.

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Cedric was a nervous wreck. What if Harry didn’t show up? Oh, what if he did? What was he going to do?

This should be easy. Harry told him that if his true love was a guy, he would wrap his arms around him, and never let go.

There was no way he could just come right out and tell Harry that they were meant for each other. That would send the beautiful young man running…probably blindly into the Forbidden Forest. Oh, but if that did happen, and Harry got into some serious trouble, he could be the white knight that saves him.

He shook his head. Harry would probably just burn the whole forest down, trying to throw a hex at him. He heard all the rumors from the other houses at how powerful Harry was when he got mad. There were two new rumors going around about how he had broken Draco’s nose and sent Snape flying into a wall.

Maybe he should be afraid if Harry showed up. Harry would probably snap and kick his ass if he said one thing out of line.

“Hi.” A small voice came from behind him.

He must have jumped ten feet in the air. He spun around with his wand whipped out, sparks shooting from the tip.

Harry cocked his head to the side, pulling out his own wand, voice icy. “Are we going to duel now?”

Cedric instantly lowered his wand, blushing. The smaller boy had scared the hell out of him.

“No.” Cedric said, putting his wand away. “You just frightened me.”

Harry cocked a brow, lowering his wand. “Am I that scary, Cedric?”

He didn’t know how to answer that because he was scared to death right now. He didn’t want to make Harry mad, and risk losing the chance to set things right.

What am I going to do? Why is my heart racing like this? Wow, his eyes are so green right now. They look like emerald jewels.

“I’m sorry.” He said, lowering his head. “I didn’t mean to make you so mad, Harry. I just wanted to know you better.”

Harry sniffed. “That really wasn’t a smart question to ask someone you hardly know, Cedric.”

Cedric nodded. “You’re right.”

Harry crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “Why did you ask me that question anyway?”

Cedric bit his bottom lip. “Would you answer a little question for me first?”

Harry took a step towards him. “Okay.”

Cedric looked into his face and almost gasped. It was so breathtaking in the moonlight. He wanted to touch those pale cheeks that reminded him of smooth porcelain.

“Did you mean it?” He asked. “Did you mean it when you said that you wouldn’t care if your true love was a guy?”

Harry just looked up into those smoky gray eyes. “I meant it. Why?”

Just then Harry’s eyes widened in shock. We have so much in common and I really like you, too. He had to take a step back. What did Cedric mean by that?

“I like you, Harry.” He said softly. “Can’t we be friends?”

Harry turned his face to the side and looked down at the sparkling grass that was all aglow from the moonlight. Cedric was so handsome, smart, and really strong looking. Why would he want to be his friend? This was all so fishy.

“Why do you like me? Is it because of my scar? Is it because everybody knows my name?”

Cedric shook his head. “You’re a really good seeker, we have tons in common, you’re smart, funny, and you’re really good looking, too.”

Harry’s eyes widened and Cedric’s face turned redder than a cherry.

Cedric threw up his hands, “I’m sorry.”

Harry started to laugh and Cedric just looked at him.

“You’re crazy.” Harry said, shaking his head. “That’s just all there is to it.”

Cedric frowned. “Why am I crazy?”

Harry snorted. “Only a crazy person would think me good looking, Cedric.”

Cedric just stood there and watched Harry walk over to sit down on a bench. He followed him over and took a seat next to him.

“Where are they hiding at, Cedric?” Harry asked.

Cedric looked down at him, “Where are who hiding, Harry?”

Harry looked up at him. “The people who are going to jump out and laugh at me any minute now for believing that someone like you would actually want to be friends with someone like me.”

Cedric gently gripped his shoulder. “You would really think that I would do something like that to you, Harry?”

Harry laughed. “I don’t know you. You’re popular, like Malfoy. Why not make fun of the stupid scarhead?”

Cedric let him go and Harry got to his feet. He walked a few paces away and just stood there in the moonlight. A chilly wind began to blow.

“You really don’t trust anyone, do you Harry?”

Harry spun around so fast that Cedric thought that it was instant. Were those tears in his eyes?

“People have been trying to kill me and stab me in the back ever since I came to this fantastic place! All the rumors, all the mean words! Most of its not even true! If all you’ve ever known is hate, lies, and sheer cruelty, you’d be just like me!”

He took a step back. He had not meant to explode like that. Now they were all really going to have something to laugh at. Not only is scarhead gay, he’s an emotional nutcase, too.

Cedric got to his feet. “I’m the only one that’s here with you, Harry. Nobody is going to jump out and go, aha!”

Harry turned away from him. “They’re just waiting for the right moment.”

Cedric walked right up behind him and put his arms around him. He didn’t know what made him so brave all of a sudden.

“What are you doing?” Harry gasped, stiffing in the warm, solid embrace.

“Nobody is going to jump out at you.” Cedric said. “I’m your friend, Harry. I’m not ever going to do anything to hurt you.”

Harry started shaking. “Why are you doing this to me, Cedric?”

“I’m not doing anything to you.” He said, pulling him closer. “I just want you to see that I’m sorry and that I’m here for you…if you want me.”

Harry just stood there, letting the bigger boy hold him like that. So many thoughts and ideas were running through his mind. Was he telling the truth? What was this feeling?

“You smell good.” Harry said.

“Thanks.” Cedric said. “I brought you some, too.”

Harry turned around and Cedric pulled back. “Did you really?”

Cedric nodded and pulled out a pretty little crystal bottle with a pretty crystal cork. He handed it to Harry with a smile.

Harry took it and just looked at the pretty bottle. He pulled the cork out and sniffed the great aroma. “Thank you.”

“Oh!” Cedric said, reaching back into his pocket and pulled out a bracelet. “I made this bracelet for you, too. I think it’s what muggles call a friendship bracelet.”

He slipped it onto Harry’s wrist and smiled.

“These are those little rocks you were collecting that day.” Harry said, as he looked it over. “You really are serious about this, aren’t you?”

Cedric nodded. “Why else would I be so persistent?”

Harry laughed. “I thought your owl was going to peck my eyes out if I didn’t open your letter.”

He did not mention Cho. He did not want to start something. Wait! He had totally forgotten about Cho. What did she have to do with this? Why had she told him to open that letter? Was she out here watching all this?

“Since you told me that you didn’t care if your soul mate was a guy, Harry…I might as well just tell you something I’ve kept hidden. Only one other person in the whole world knows about it, and she’s my best friend.”

Harry looked up at him. “Would that be Cho?”

Cedric’s jaw dropped, and he nodded. “Yes.”

“Well, since you just held me like a lover would.” Harry said, admiring his bracelet. “I would have to guess that your secret is that you’re gay.”

Cedric just watched Harry sniff the True Love Oil.

“Still think somebody is going to jump out and go, aha, Harry?”

Harry nodded his head. “Cho might.”

Cedric scratched his head. “Then I guess you can hex me for lying then.”

Harry suddenly blushed.

“What?” Cedric asked in concern. “Are you cold?”

“I was just wondering.” He said, putting the cologne away, and playing with his bracelet, nervously. “Do you like, umm, hmm, me…in that way?”

Here’s your chance, Cedric! Take it!

“Would it be weird if I said yes?” Cedric asked him in a small voice.

Both of them were blushing furiously.

“I’m thirteen and you’re sixteen.” Harry said. “And, well, wow, I’m just, umm, and I’m just really confused right now.”

Cedric suddenly reached out and poked him on the tip of his nose. “Can I just hold you, Harry?”

Harry bit his bottom lip and slowly nodded. This was so weird, and he really liked it. If this did turn out to be some kind of mean trick, he was going to go straight to Voldemort and demand him to personally teach him the killing curse.

Cedric held Harry in his arms and smiled up at the moon. “Will you write to me this summer?”

Harry breathed in his scent. “I will, but only if you promise to write me back.”

Cedric pulled him even closer. “Okay.”

Harry laughed and squeezed him. “What’s your favorite kind of moon?”

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Present

He slowly opened his eyes and ever so carefully sat up in the soft bed that he was lying in. The sheets were all white and he took his surroundings. Was this the hospital wing at Hogwarts?

The light of candle flames illuminated the soft darkness all around him. It was night out and the moon was high in the sky.

“Hello?” He called out in a soft voice that he didn’t recognize as he got to his bare feet.

He looked around and started to walk towards the door. Was this Hogwarts? How did he get here? Why was he here? Did something happen?

He opened the door and called out, “Hello!”

His musical voice echoed all around him. It was so beautiful. Something was definitely wrong. This was not Harry James Potter’s voice.

He heard a noise behind him and he spun around to see that it was Madam Pomfrey walking in from a door that just appeared from out of no where. She looked to be carrying a tray full with all manner of things.

“Madam Pomfrey?” He asked.

“Oh my goodness, you’re awake.” She said in surprise, and quickly set the tray down. “Get back to bed this instant, Mr. Potter. I have to go and call the Headmaster.”

“What happened to me?” He asked. “How did I get here? What’s wrong with my voice?”

She stalked towards him with a stern look on her face. “Get back in that bed this instant, Mr. Potter.”

He frowned and walked back towards the bed.

She stood there and watched him for a moment. She had never felt so sorry for anyone in her whole life. Her heart just seemed to ache for him.

She could not help but stare at him. His flawless white skin was glowing like a pale silver moon, his eyes looked like molten green jewels, and his hair curled and glowed like glossy onyx smoke. The scar was still there, and it was no longer an angry acidic green either.

“It will be a moment, Mr. Potter.” She said, tearing her eyes away from his sharp beauty, hurrying off.

He got back into the covers and lied down. He hated being in this place.

He fought but his eyes drifted over to the corner where another bed was. It was there that they had placed Cedric’s body. He could still see the ghost of his form lying there with a white sheet over him.

He forced himself to look away. He did not want to cry. He did not want to cry again. Would the tears never stop? They stung his eyes and they burned his cheeks. The heartache was like poison and it burned through his veins like ice.

“Harry!” A happy voice called out. “You’re awake!”

He looked up to see that it was Ron and Hermione running in. Oh, how he wanted to smash their smiling faces in. Why did they deserve to be so happy? He knew he should not be thinking that, but he didn’t care.

“Hi.” He said, looking down at his glowing white arms and hands.

What the hell?

“Harry.” A soft voice said and he looked up to see that it was Dumbledore.

Those beautiful glowing white hands suddenly grew into extremely long, razor sharp, silver talons.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.