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 Four

A bright flash of acid green light filled Harry’s dream and his emerald eyes snapped open in fright. He sat straight up, drenched in a cold sweat, looking around his small bedroom, still hearing that high, raspy voice.

Avada Kedavra!

His scar felt as if it were on fire, causing him to shiver. What had he been dreaming about? His scar only hurt when Voldemort was near. He tried to think.

There had been a room with just enough light coming from the burning log in the fireplace. He swore that bastard, Peter Pettigrew, had been there as well.

He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. Voldemort had been there as well. There was no mistaking that scary voice. He had been the tiny figure in the chair when it turned around.

He opened his eyes again, frowning. Not matter how hard he tried he could not remember what that murdering snake had looked like. It really pissed him off.

Now I can’t even sleep because of that bastard! Why does he have to haunt my every shadow? Doesn’t he have anything better to do?

The sun was starting to rise and he was thankful that his snooty relatives were still sleeping. What was today? Oh, it was Saturday.

He got to his feet and softly crept over to remove his floorboard. It was here that he kept all of his treasured letters and other belongings that meant so much to him.

He forgot all about his bad dream as he picked up the three letters he had received from Cedric so far this summer. They were mostly about how his summer was going, asking him more questions, asking how he was, wishing him well, and hoping to see him soon.

Each one of the letters had been sprayed with the scent of jasmine. He gazed down at the tiny crystal bottle as he sniffed the scented parchment. He absolutely loved the smell. It was so…Cedric.

He closed his eyes, imagining that Cedric was holding him like he had that night before they had to return home for the summer. That was when a frown crossed his face. All that time wasted because of his mistrust. He could have spent all that time with Cedric getting to know him better.

He picked up the bracelet that Cedric had given him, putting it on. It was such a simple little thing and he loved it all the more because of it.

He put the letters back, sliding the board back into place. “I won’t make that mistake this year.”

He got back to his feet and silently walked over to look out his window. Maybe he would get another letter from Cedric today. The thought of it made him smile. He loved reading Cedric’s letters.

He squint his eyes when the scar started to slightly sting again, and put his hand to it. He knew he could not tell Ron or Hermione. They would flip out and tell him to run to Dumbledore. He did not want to be a bother.

He quickly looked down at the empty street outside. Was Voldemort here, in Privet Drive? The mere thought of a dark wizard lord being here made him laugh. Nobody in their right mind should ever want to come to this boring place. Oh! That’s right! How could he be so silly? Voldemort wasn’t in his right mind.

That made him nervous. What if the Dark Lord was here, slithering about, sniffing him out? Just the thought of that made his skin crawl with utter disgust.

He decided to write Sirius a letter, telling him how he was, asking how he was doing, hoping all was well, telling him to tell Buckbeak hi for him, and maybe even mention his scar. He got right to that. With a satisfied smile, he looked it over, signed his name, and folded it up. Now if Hedwig would hurry up get back from hunting, he could owl it.

With a yawn, he opened the window for Hedwig, walked over to his dresser, put on some clothes, stuck his tongue out at his reflection in the mirror, said a small prayer to whatever god up in the sky or down below that gave a damn, and went down to breakfast.

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Breakfast was just as normal as ever. His daily dose of degrading began right on the dot, and he got an already opened letter thrown in his face. It had quite a few stamps on it, too.

His uncle looked like he was about to have a heart attack. Well, if he kept eating the way he did, packing on those pounds like that, he was going to.

Harry just shook his head. No god would be that kind.

“Well, open it!” His Aunt Petunia snarled, buttering her toast.

Harry quickly did so. It turned out to be a letter from Mrs. Weasley, inviting him to the Quidditch World Cup, and to spend the rest of the summer with her family.

Vernon finally popped. “What the bloody hell is Quidditch?”

“It is a sport, Uncle Vernon.” Harry told him in a calm voice. “It is kind of like the football that you and Dudley watch on the television.”

Okay…that was a lie…but who the hell cares?

Vernon took a deep breath and Petunia made a face. “Eat your vegetables, Dudley.”

“May I go?” Harry asked, enjoying his cousin’s torment. The fat cow was on a diet. It made his blood run cold with joy. Unlike his bloated cousin, he was use to this rabbit food.

“If it will get you out of my face,” Vernon snarled.

He did not want to do anything to piss the brat’s godfather off. He could only imagine the chaos that would cause him and his family. And besides all that, what on earth would the neighbors think?

“Thank you, Uncle Vernon.” Harry said, politely excusing himself from the table, and left the kitchen. He had to go and immediately write Ron back.

The moment he entered his room, he let out a surprised yelp when a small ball of feathers smacked into his head. A letter fell at his feet, and a tiny owl was fluttering around his head, hooting.

He picked up the letter, quickly recognizing Ron’s sloppy writing. He opened it up and smiled. They were going to come tomorrow at five o’clock to pick him up. He was practically jumping up and down with joy. This was so exciting.

“Pig, huh?” He asked, smiling up at the exited little owl, and went to write a quick response back to Ron.

“Here, Pig.” Harry said, giving him a tiny piece of parchment. “Will you take this back to Ron for me?”

The owl hooted, snatched it from him, circled around his head, and darted out the window. He snorted. Why couldn’t Hedwig be that excited about delivering mail?

He quickly added a little side note to Sirius’ letter, explaining to him that he would be spending the rest of the summer at Ron’s, and going to the World Cup. That made him decide to write to Cedric, too.

Dear Cedric,

I know I just sent you a letter, but some new stuff is going on. The Weasley family has kindly invited me to the World Cup and I will be spending the rest of my summer vacation with them.

I hope all is well, take care, and I miss talking with you in person.

Harry

He looked it over and nodded. A hoot came from the window, causing him to turn around.

“I’m glad you’re back.” He said, getting up, walking over to her. “I have some evil bidding for you to bid out to the masses.”

Hedwig nipped his hand, making him chuckle. “I’m only kidding. I’m going to be at Ron’s when you get done, okay?”

He tied the letters to her, and he watched her take to the sky. He could not wait until tomorrow. This was going to be so exciting.

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Everything was a complete and total blur after the Weasley’s had showed up to fetch him away from his wicked relatives. Harry was standing in the Burrow with Mrs. Weasley’s arms wrapped around him, squeezing the life from his bones, and yelling her head off at the twins.

The two of them had given Dudley some kind of candy to eat, causing his tongue to swell and hang out of his mouth. It had to be one of the funniest things he had ever seen in his life. Dudley had been running around in circles, tripping on his tongue, with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon chasing after him. The whole incident was up there right along with Cedric getting a rock thrown at him by the giant squid.

“No offense, Harry.” Arthur Weasley said, walking out of the fireplace in a huff, “But there is something not right with your relatives.”

Harry nodded his head right along with him. “You don’t have to tell me.”

Molly Weasley then passed him onto Hermione who magically pounced on him from out of nowhere. He was so happy to see her.

Mr. Weasley hauled out his trunks and had them float from the room. “They’ll be in Ron’s room, Harry.”

“Bill and Charlie are out in the yard setting up for dinner.” Mrs. Weasley said. “Why don’t you all go have some fun?”

Fred and George made a move to a bolt from the room but Mrs. Weasley froze them in place. “Not you two! Oh, no! We’re going to have a little chat.”

“Run you guys!” Fred moaned in despair.

“Save yourselves!” George cried in horror.

Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes. She had had enough of there Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

“Come on,” Ron said, leading Harry and Hermione away from all the drama.

“Will you all be silent?” A loud voice shrieked from the top of the stairs. “How can I get this report done with this ruckus?”

“Stuff it, Percy!” Ron yelled up at him. “Got back to playing with your smelly fertilizer the ministry sent you from wherever!”

Harry and Hermione just looked at each other, only to jump when a door slammed really hard.

Ron sighed as he led them out to the yard. “He’s been such an ass, you guys.”

Harry started laughing. Crookshanks was chasing a gnome. The little man was cursing up a storm, too.

A loud bang went off and he turned to see two other redheads. They had to be Bill and Charlie.

Bill worked at the Wizard’s bank, Gringotts, and Charlie worked with dragons in Romania. He could not help but stare at the two of them.

Charlie was good looking and Bill just looked plain hot. He touched his bracelet and smiled. Cedric outshone the both of them in the looks department.

“Harry Potter?” Bill asked in a pleasant voice, walking over to shake his had. “Ron never shuts up about you.”

Harry blushed and shook the bigger man’s hand. “Nice things, I hope?”

Ron made a face. “Always, Harry.”

Charlie snorted. His hands were slightly bigger and rougher feeling compared to Bill’s. “He goes on about you as if the two of you were a married couple, Harry.”

Harry started laughing. Ron’s face became as red as his hair.

He jumped his older brother. “You jerk!”

Hermione smiled at them and picked her kitty up. She wondered where Harry had gotten the pretty bracelet at. He kept playing with it.

“How about a game of Quidditch, you guys?” George yelled, running out.

“We’ve escaped the Red Dragon Lady!” Fred laughed, following right behind his twin. Mrs. Weasley hated it when they called her that. She was a sweetheart. Everyone said so.

Harry nodded.

Ron and Charlie looked up from the ground where they were wrestling.

“I’m going to go read a nice book.” Hermione said, walking past Ginny, giving her a smile.

“Hi.” Harry said. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” The pretty redheaded girl said. “How are you, Harry?”

“I’m about the same.” He said.

“Last one to the field is a rotten dragon’s egg!” Fred shouted.

Harry watched everybody race off and Ginny punched him in the shoulder, playfully. “Better go, rotten dragon egg.”

“You’re not coming?” He asked.

She shook her head. “I have some homework to do.”

He nodded. “I’ll see you later then.”

She waved him off. “Okay.”

“Hey! Wait for me!” Harry yelled, racing off after the five of them.

“Better hurry, Pretty Boy!” Charlie yelled. “I want to see just how fast you can fly!”

Ginny laughed when Harry nearly stumbled and fell.

She watched him run off and sighed. He was so enigmatic and his eyes were so bewitching. She was furious with him, but she could not help but forgive him. He was just the type of person you couldn’t stay mad at for long.

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Ron was downstairs with Hermione in the kitchen. She was helping him with an essay that would be due for Professor Snape’s class at the beginning of term. The ass just gave them homework because he could. Harry had gotten all of his homework done.

Harry had the bedroom to himself for a little while and he was going through some of his things. He came to the pretty crystal bottle of cologne and smiled.

“That’s really pretty.” A soft voice said from behind him.

He turned around to see that it was Ginny who had stepped into the room. She walked over and took a seat beside him.

She held her smaller hand. “May I?”

He handed her the bottle. “It smells really good.”

She pulled the crystal cork out and sniffed at it. She looked up at him with a puzzled face. “Really, because I don’t smell anything, Harry.”

He laughed. “You’re funny. I can smell it from here, Ginny. I love it.”

She shook her head, putting the cork back in it. “I couldn’t smell a thing.”

He made a face, taking it from her when she handed it back. “You’re telling me you can’t smell the jasmine?”

She nodded. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

He cocked his head. “Why is it that I can smell it and you can’t?”

“Smell what, Harry?” Another voice asked.

It was Hermione.

She walked in. “Bill had to take over for me. I was losing patience.”

Ginny giggled and Harry handed the bottle to Hermione. “Smell it.”

She did so and the two of them looked at her with big eyes.

“Well?” Harry asked. “What do you smell?”

“Not a thing.” She said.

“Harry says that it smells like jasmine.” Ginny told her.

“I can smell it and you two can’t for some reason.” He said. “What’s the point in having something that nobody else can smell?”

“Where did you get it at?” Hermione asked.

Ginny lowered her head and Harry said, “A friend gave it to me.”

Hermione sniffed the crystal clear contents again. “I smell nothing.”

“How odd is that?” Harry asked, tapping his bottom lip with a finger. Why would Cedric make it so that nobody else but he could smell it?

Hermione put the cork back in, and handed it back to Harry. “May I ask who this friend is?”

Harry bit his bottom lip. Should he tell them?

You do know that you can always talk to me about anything, right?

He looked up at her. “Cedric Diggory gave it to me.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped. “What? Why?”

“We became friends and hung out some.” He said, playing with his bracelet again.

“Now it makes sense.” She cackled, making Harry and Ginny cock a brow apiece. “All those times you vanished.”

Harry nodded.

“Why didn’t you just tell me where you were going?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” he said, scratching his arm. That was such a lie. “It’s a long story.”

Hermione pointed at his bracelet. “Did he give you that as well?”

He nodded. “We’re just friends, Hermione.”

She started laughing. “Are you sure about that, Harry?”

He blushed furiously.

“Don’t be like that, Harry. It’s okay.” Ginny said, taking his arm in hers. “I was out for a stroll and saw the two of you.”

Harry would have fallen off the bed if he hadn’t had two girls on either side of him, holding his arms.

“Oh, do tell, Ginny Weasley.” Hermione smiled, eyes flashing. “And don’t you dare leave out the juicy stuff either.”

“Now just a minute,” Harry tried to say, but was cut off by Ron shouting from nearby.

“Stuff it, Percy!” He roared at the top of his lungs. “I’m going to bed!”

“Good for you, Ron!” Percy shrieked. “You do just that! That’ll show me real good!”

Ron stormed into the room, yelled down the hall, and slammed the door. “What a fucking idiot!”

“Ronald Weasley!” Hermione thundered, causing the poor boy to spin around in fright. “You kiss your darling mother with that mouth?”

“What’s this,” he asked, hand over his thumping heart, “A slumber party?”

The two girls snorted.

Harry lowered his head and sighed.

Ron just looked confused.

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The next morning, Harry found himself on a small hiking trip through the woods. It was him, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley. The seven of them were off to find a portkey. It was some kind of magical device that would transport them to the World Cup. He couldn’t wait to see what a portkey looked like.

Ginny and Hermione were discussing amongst themselves and snickering back and forth. Harry caught Cedric’s name and immediately blushed. What were they going on about?

Ginny had seen him with Cedric on the Quidditch field. Did she see them holding each other?

“Aw,” Hermione said, “That’s so cute. He poked him in the nose?”

Harry stumbled and fell flat on his face. Both girls froze and then busted out laughing.

“You all right there, Harry?” Mr. Weasley asked as Ron helped him up. “Still asleep I see.”

“What are you two girls going on about?” Fred asked.

Hermione smiled, “A book, of course.”

Harry sighed in relief, which made Ginny snort.

“Stoatshead Hill,” Mr. Weasley said. “Who wants to race me to the top?”

“We ladies,” Hermione said, taking Ginny’s hand in hers, walking by him, “Don’t run, Mr. Weasley.”

He scratched his head. “Right, right, well, how about you boys then?”

“Now,” Hermione cried, and the two of them raced up the hill hand in hand.

“Now see here!” Mr. Weasley yelled, talking off after them, along with Fred and George.

Ron just watched them run off and looked at Harry. “Are you all right?”

Harry nodded. “We better catch up.”

The two of them jogged up the hill to see Mr. Weasley taking a breather. Fred and George were telling the girls off for cheating like that. The two of them were cracking up.

Hermione suddenly poked Ginny in the side, whispering in her ear. “Well, speak of the handsome devil. He’s come to tempt our Harry away from us, Ginny.”

The two of them looked at each other in the eyes and snorted.

“Amos!” Mr. Weasley called out. “Have you found it?”

“Cedric found it, Arthur!” Amos Diggory called back.

Harry’s eyes immediately fell on Cedric who walked up, smiling at him. He was holding an old boot in his hand. Why in the world was he holding that dirty thing?

“Everyone,” Mr. Weasley said, “This is Amos Diggory. He works with me at the Ministry, and you all know his son, Cedric.”

Cedric looked at them all, smoky eyes lingering on Harry’s emerald orbs. “Hi.”

Hermione and Ginny giggled, pretending to be little lovesick girls. Fred and George grumbled their hello, and Ron just nodded.

Harry smiled at him. “I like your boot.”

The young boys just looked at him in shock, except for Ginny and Hermione.

“Really?” Cedric asked, looking the ugly old thing over. “Thank you, Harry.”

“Why, bless my soul thrice on Sunday.” Mr. Diggory laughed. “It’s Harry Potter.”

Harry began to blush.

Cedric muttered under his breath. “Here we go…”

“My son, Cedric, he has told me so much about you. Why, he’s gone on about you ever since he’s gotten home.” The kind man said. “He said he played against you on the Quidditch field. I was so shocked that he won. I couldn’t believe it. My son beat Harry Potter.”

Harry was stunned and blushing like a rose.

“He fell off his broom, Dad.” Cedric said, looking really red in the face. “It was an accident. There should have been a rematch.”

Amos waved it away, sticking out his hand. “It is a pleasure to meet a good friend of my son’s, Mr. Potter.”

Mr. Diggory gave him a wink and left Harry stunned. He watched the eccentric man walk over and start talking to Mr. Weasley. Did he just wink at me? Did Cedric tell him about us?

Harry slowly turned to Cedric. “He’s like a whirlwind.”

Cedric shook his head. “You have no idea.”

“So,” Ron said, stepping up. “When did you two become so chummy?”

Harry was about to answer him, but Mr. Diggory called for Cedric to bring the boot. Cedric noticed that Harry was wearing the bracelet he had made for him. His heart felt like it was glowing.

“After the match I lost.” Harry quickly said, pulling Ron after him. “Come on.”

“Now,” Mr. Weasley said. “Everyone touch the boot.”

“What?” Harry asked in shock. “This is the portkey?”

Cedric laughed. “I thought you said you like my boot, Harry?”

Harry made a face. “Hush.”

Cedric laughed, and Ron wanted to puke.

He was between Cedric and Ron. He felt nervous as hell. What was going to happen?

All of a sudden he was swept off his feet by a great roaring wind. They were all spinning around in an array of vibrant colors.

Hermione and Ginny were screaming their pretty heads off, Fred and George had their eyes closed, and Ron just looked green. Mr. Diggory and Mr. Weasley were discussing how nice the weather was.

Harry was laughing his head off, turning to look at Cedric. “I love magic.”

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Present

Til everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this hate
And all of this pain
I’ll burn it all down
As my anger reins
Til everything burns
Ooh, oh

--Anastacia

Harry could hear the sound of cloth being shredded but he didn’t care. Right here was the man who had allowed the man he loved to die. He was partially responsible for Cedric’s death. If it had not been for that stupid Triwizard Tournament, none of this bullshit would have fucking happened! Cedric would still be here with him! He could be with Cedric right now!

“I hate you!” Harry roared, suddenly on his feet, racing at Dumbledore, talons flexed, ready to tear flesh from bone.

Dumbledore whipped out his wand. “Incarcerous!”

Rope shot out from the tip of his wand, winding its way around Harry like a snake. The young man’s eyes widened, filled with poisonous venom, as he fell flat on his side.

“It’s your fault!” Harry cried at the top of his lungs. “This is all you’re fault, you stupid old man! He’d dead! He’s fucking dead! And it’s all you’re fucking fault! I fucking hate you!”

The tears streamed down his gorgeous face. “None of this would have happened if you had simply let us quit! I told you I had bad dreams! You wouldn’t listen! You never listen to me!”

Dumbledore shook his head, lowering it. Madam Pomfrey put a hand on his shoulder.

Harry shrieked. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

“Harry?” Hermione tried.

“Shut up!” Harry roared, fighting his restraints. “Let me go!”

Ron pulled her to the side. He knew that Harry didn’t mean what he was saying. It was the curse talking. It had to be. Harry could never mean those things.

“I watched Voldemort kill him!” Harry yelled. “He killed him right before my eyes, you stupid ass!”

He threw his head back and wailed. It was heartbreaking. “Let me go!”

“I’m so sorry, Harry.” Dumbledore softly said, eyes sparkling with tears.

“He laughed at me.” Harry moaned like a lonely wind. “He laughed at me, danced around his lifeless body, taunting me.”

Hermione bit her bottom lip, “Harry?”

Harry hissed and began to fight harder.

“Harry!” Sirius cried out, running in, only to freeze at the sight before him.

Harry looked up at him, eyes burning with tears full of hate. “Let me go? Please, let me go?”

Sirius didn’t know what to do. He was torn between loyalty to Dumbledore and his innate protection over Harry.

“He’s not himself, Sirius.” Dumbledore warned. “He’ll say or do anything to get free.”

Harry started to laugh and it was frightening. “Oh, just you wait. When I get free, I’m going to carve out your twinkling blue eyes and squeeze them until they pop between my fingers.”

Sirius actually took a step back. This was not his Harry.

“Silencio!” Hermione cried, pointing her wand at Harry.

Harry opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. He was completely mute. The look he gave her should have scorched flesh from bone.

Dumbledore put a hand on her shoulder. “Send for Professor Snape, Sirius.”

Harry was screaming at them, but they couldn’t hear a word of it.

“You’re not going to do that, are you, Albus?” Madam Pomfrey asked, looking right at Harry.

“We don’t have a choice.” He said, looking down at Harry, a tear finally spilling. “He is a danger to himself and everybody around him.”

“You’re going to erase his memories.” Hermione whispered.

Harry suddenly stiffened, mouth open in a silent scream.

Dumbledore looked at those beautiful glowing red lips, reading every word.

All of this is your fault! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you! You’re no better than he is! I finally got to know happiness and all of you took it away from me! I hate you all! I fucking hate you all! How can you do this to me! You don’t deserve to live! If Cedric can’t be alive then none of you should be alive! None of you fucking deserve to live!

“It’s the curse.” Dumbledore kept telling himself. “All of this is because of the curse.”

They had better hurry and get this over with. The Beansidhe is a powerful magical creature. Pretty soon, these minor spells will have no effect on him at all. They’ll just bounce right off him.

“I’m here, Professor Dumbledore.”

Harry looked right at the slimy bastard, and Snape cocked a brow, Sirius was right behind him. Those deadly green eyes looked right at Dumbledore.

I don’t want to forget Cedric. Please, don’t make me forget Cedric! Don’t make me forget Cedric!

Dumbledore shook his head. “I’m so sorry, Harry.”

No. That silent voice hissed from between those glowing garnet lips. Not as sorry as you’re going to be.

Dumbledore nodded at Professor Snape.

“Okay, Mr. Potter.” Snape said, walking over to him, having him float up in the air, “Open wide.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. Also, thanks to everyone who has reviewed, and to all of you who is reading this.

Flora.