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 Five

The cool wind was whipping around Harry and he could feel how close Cedric was to him. His eyes were lost in the flashing colors and some of them he didn’t even recognize as being part of the spectrum.

“Let go, now!” Mr. Weasley suddenly shouted, as if he had nearly forgotten what they were doing. That talk about the weather must have been interesting.

Harry did as he was told and suddenly felt himself falling at an accelerated rate. It was all happening so fast and then he slammed into the ground as if it were made of fluffy marshmallows.

Hermione and Ginny suddenly came screaming from out of nowhere and Harry quickly rolled out of the way. He was still laughing. That had been so much fun.

Fred, George, and Ron touched down right across from him in an untidy heap of tangled limbs. All three of them were cursing up a storm, trying to get off of each other as quickly as they could, but only managed to keep crushing each other.

Fred was yelling for George to get his face out of his crotch and Ron was yelling for Fred to get his elbow out of his face. It was all very funny to see and the language was so colorful, too.

Harry looked up to see that Mr. Diggory, Mr. Weasley, and Cedric were simply floating down like feathers on the wind. Now why couldn’t he have done that as well? It looked so cool. How were they able to do that without a broom?

Cedric touched down gently next to Harry and offered his true love his hand. Harry looked at it, smiled, and let Cedric help him up.

“That was so awesome.” Harry said with such excitement in his voice. “Can we do that again?”

“No!” Ron thundered at the top of his lungs.

Harry frowned in disappointment. He almost called Ron a pussy, but thought better of it. He did not want Hermione to have to fix his glasses again.

Hermione and Ginny got to their feet with Fred and George’s help. All of them simply shook their heads, making Harry frown even more. They were all such buzz kills. That had been a blast.

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory were both talking to two other wizards who suddenly put a memory charm on a muggle. Why were muggles here?

Harry suddenly realized that his friends were looking at him funny. He cocked his head to the side in confusion. “What is it?”

Cedric made a slight coughing sound next to him which sounded like he was trying to clear his throat. Harry looked to see that he had not let go of his hand.

Harry quickly let it go and scratched his head in embarrassment. Ginny and Hermione were doing their best not to crack up. Cedric did not like the way the twins and Ron were looking at him.

“Cedric,” Mr. Diggory called out to him. “Time to be off, Son!”

Cedric nodded and leaned down to whisper into Harry’s ear. “See you later?”

Harry felt delightful chills run up his spine. Cedric was so close and he smelled so good. His warm breath even tickled. It made his knees tremble. What the hell was wrong with him?

He could only nod his head. “You bet.”

Cedric smiled with really white teeth and sauntered past the twins, blushing, not even realizing that Ron was growling at him. He was just so happy.

“Harry,” Mr. Diggory called out over his shoulder. “Come by our tent later for some tea!”

Cedric turned around and winked at him before setting off after his father.

Harry? Why are you staring at Cedric’s butt like it’s a piece of candy?

He felt like he was in an enchanting daze. Cedric really liked him and his father seemed all right with it. The man wanted to have tea with him. This was so…unreal.

“Come on, Harry!” Mr. Weasley shouted in high spirits. “We’re leaving without you!”

“Right,” Harry said, starting to walk.

“Harry!” Ron yelled, only to roll his eyes. Not only did he just witness Harry walking in the wrong direction, he watched him trip and fall into some bushes.

Ginny had both hands over her mouth and Hermione was howling with laughter. She had to hold onto Fred in order to keep from falling. Mr. Weasley simply shook his head, chuckling.

Fred turned to gaze right into his reflection’s mirrored eyes. George only nodded. Harry was falling for Diggory. They were so going to enjoy teasing him.

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Harry could not believe his emerald green eyes. This had to be one of the coolest things he had ever seen in his life…well, besides Hogwarts that is.

He had stepped into a small yellow tent to find himself in what looked to be a house. He had to poke his head back outside just to make sure. This was the coolest thing ever. He loved camping.

The enchanted tent had a kitchen, a small living room, five beds, and a good sized bathroom. Charlie and Bill were already here. They had a fire going in the fireplace.

Harry was simply amazed. He wondered if Cedric’s tent looked this cool.

“Don’t get too comfortable now.” Mr. Weasley told them, setting some things down on the table. “That match will begin soon, and we don’t want to be late.”

Harry couldn’t wait. The stadium had been massive. Ron had told him that it could seat over one hundred thousand witches and wizards. His eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

He was at the World Cup, surrounded by his friends, had a good guy that liked him, and was going to spend the rest of his summer away from the terror that was Privet Drive. So far, the remainder of his summer looked even more magical.

All of a sudden he felt guilty. Was it wrong to wish the match over so he could go have tea with Cedric? Eh, he would pray to the Quidditch Gods for forgiveness later. Oh, maybe he would see Cedric there? He really liked the feel of Cedric’s hand in his. Cedric’s hands fit his like a glove. A perfect fit.

He walked over and sat down at the table and Mr. Weasley told them where they would be sleeping. Hermione would be with Ginny, Fred with George, Bill with Charlie, and Harry with Ron.

Charlie moaned. “Why do I have to sleep with smelly old Bill for, Dad? He snores and wets the bed.”

Harry snorted when Bill slapped him across the back of his head. “I do not smell and I do not wet the bed.”

“But you do snore.” Charlie said, rubbing his head.

Bill smiled. “I know.”

“I’d much rather sleep with Pretty Boy.” Charlie chuckled, winking at Harry. “You don’t snore, do you, Harry?”

Harry blushed and shook his head. He didn’t think he snored that is.

Some wizard stuck his nervous head in and asked for Mr. Weasley. The two of them stepped out.

“Sorry to spoil your desires for Harry, Charlie.” Fred laughed. “He’s got it bad for someone else. It had him tripping into bushes and walking into things that weren’t there.”

Harry lowered his head, face redder than a cherry.

Charlie playfully pouted, muttering, “Pity.”

“Oh, stop it!” Ron roared. “Quit picking on Harry!”

Harry looked up at him with a very thankful expression.

“Now, now, Ron,” George laughed. “I’m sure Krum will blow you lots of kisses during the match.”

Ron’s nostrils flared, but he simply turned his head away in a huff. He was not going to give them the satisfaction of an argument.

Harry just felt flabbergasted. Was Charlie gay? Was everybody all right with him crushing on Cedric?

“So,” Bill asked, slapping Charlie on the back. “How is that handsome dragon tamer of yours doing?”

Harry’s jaw dropped. That answered all his questions.

Charlie leaned back in his chair. He told them that Kai had received a few new scars that were going to need his special attention when he got back to Romania.

“Yeah,” Ron sighed, stepping up beside Harry. “He’s the gay one. Mom wants Kai to come home for Christmas with Charlie…you could bring Cedric if you want.”

Harry could only nod. This was so cool. He had been all afraid of Ron’s reaction for nothing. He was so happy that his other best friend would always have his back no matter what.

Just then the bathroom door flew open and out stepped Hermione and Ginny. The two of them were all charmed up to support the Irish.

Ginny had charmed her hair green and had a shamrock on her left cheek. Hermione had done the same with her hair and had a shamrock on her right cheek, just to be different. The two of them had seen other witches and wizards doing it on the way to the tent.

Harry walked over to them and touched Ginny’s shamrock. “I want one, too.”

“Traitor,” Ron shouted. “How dare you betray Krum?”

Everyone laughed and Hermione gave Harry a shamrock on his left cheek, too. He walked over to the mirror and smiled. It was dancing.

“Time to go,” Mr. Weasley shouted in.

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Viktor Krum had caught the golden snitch, but Ireland had won the match regardless of his splendid skills. Bulgaria was 160, and Ireland was 170. There was going to be lots of drinking tonight.

Ron had been and was still crushed. How could this be? Krum always won.

“He did win, Ron.” Hermione told him. “He caught the snitch. Doesn’t that count for something?”

He gave her a weak smile. He hoped Krum was okay. That broken nose had looked terrible. His eyes had even blackened.

Harry had had a lot of fun. All the cheering and the yelling had been contagious. He had been screaming right along with everybody else. He hoped to be as good as Krum someday.

He did feel a little disappointment though. Cedric had been nowhere in sight. He had hoped to see him.

However, he did have the misfortune to run into the Malfoy’s. They claimed to be richer than the gods themselves. So, why the hell couldn’t they afford to buy descent personalities? If one can put a stopper in Death, then surely one can brew some bitches a personality. Hell, they should at least buy one and share it.

All of a sudden a bright sphere of white light came out of no where and zipped around Harry’s head. He had no idea what it was. Was it a faerie? Where were the wings?

“Oh!” Charlie said from beside him. “It is a message ball.”

Harry blinked and held out his palm. The fluttering ball of light landed in his open palm and it felt really warm. It began to turn blue and then Cedric’s voice spoke.

Hi, Harry! I can’t wait to see you. Follow this light and it will lead you to my dad’s tent. See you soon.

Harry could only daze off as he held the little sphere of light that would lead him straight to Cedric.

Ginny and Hermione were trying to cheer up a depressed Ron. He looked way down in the dumps.

“Do you guys mind?” He asked.

Mr. Weasley shook his head, telling him to be careful. It was going to be a night of celebrating and things could get chaotic.

Fred and George ran into the tent with their pockets jingling.

“Oh, no,” Mr. Weasley frowned. “They’ve been gambling. Molly will kill me.”

He raced into the tent after them.

Bill summoned chairs and a campfire with a graceful swish of his wand. It wasn’t cold, but what was camping without a fire?

“I’ll see you all later then.” Harry said, releasing the glowing white light, following it off.

“Later, Pretty Boy,” Charlie called after him. “And have your Prince Charming to walk you home!”

Ron reached for a pint, but Hermione slapped his hand.

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Harry followed after the little ball of light that led him past dozens of different colored tents. He could see that there were officials stationed all over the place. He was thankful for that, in case something unforeseen happened.

He could hear the silent whispers following after him. Some people were shocked to see him so out and about like this. They were discussing his scar, his luck, his eyes, and his looks. He willed the ball to show him to Cedric’s faster. He hated it when people would stare at him and gossip.

The little ball led him right up to a sky blue tent and vanished in sparks. He stood there for a moment before sticking his head in.

The place was similar to Mr. Weasley’s tent. It just looked a little bigger. That was probably because there were not nine people fussing about.

He saw Cedric at the stove, looking like he was putting a kettle on to heat.

“Why not use magic for that?” He asked, stepping inside.

Cedric spun around and smiled at him. He had on a pair of black pants and a black shirt with a big green shamrock on it.

“Why waste magic?” Cedric asked, walking over to hug him. “I see you’re sporting the green as well.”

Harry laughed, touching his cheek where the dancing shamrock was. He had completely forgotten about it. “Hermione spelled it for me.”

He loved the fill of Cedric’s arms around him. It felt as though they were made to hold him.

Cedric led him by the hand over to the table and had him take a seat. “My dad’s out having some pints with a few of his coworkers. He won a little money tonight.”

Harry nodded. “So, we’re here, all alone, together, then?”

Cedric blushed and went to take the whistling kettle off the burner. “Enjoy the match?”

“It was so awesome!” Harry said in an excited voice. “I had to hold my breath at the very end.”

Cedric laughed, pouring the boiling water into some of the prettiest teacups Harry had ever seen in his life. His Aunt Petunia would have died green with envy.

“I was nervous, too.” He said, adding the tea. “But then I would just think about how I was going to get to see you afterwards.”

It was Harry’s turn to blush. He looked down at his hands in his lap. “You really like me, huh?”

“Yes.” Cedric nodded, setting Harry’s tea down in front of him, pointing at the sugar bowl in the center of the table. “Help yourself, Harry.”

Cedric watched Harry add three teaspoons and stir. Someone really liked his sugar. He wondered if Harry’s rose colored lip’s tasted as sweet as they looked.

“What is it?” Harry asked, sipping his tea, eyes suddenly widening. “Wow! This is really good, Cedric.”

“I’m glad you like it, Harry.” He laughed and then his face turned thoughtful. Out of everyone at Hogwarts, his true love was The Boy Who Lived. No! His true love was Harry Potter. In all honesty, he had secretly watched Harry from the shadows ever since he first set foot in Hogwarts. The young man continued to intrigue him.

“Do you like me as well, Harry?” He asked in a soft voice, looking across the small table, directly into those emerald stars.

Harry couldn’t have blinked even if he tried to. Those smoky gray orbs just seemed to pull him in. There had to be some raging fire in those depths in order to produce that much smoke.

He immediately started to play with his bracelet, softly nodding his head. The smile that suddenly consumed Cedric’s face was blinding.

“What’s it like?” Harry asked in a nervous voice, licking his bottom lip. “What’s it like to kiss a boy?”

Cedric could not help but think the man setting across from him beautiful. “I don’t know. I’ve never kissed anyone before, Harry.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

“Well, there is my mom.” Cedric smiled. “Would you like to use a truth charm on me?”

Harry slowly stood up and walked around the table towards him. He gazed down into those gorgeous eyes, nodding.

“Wait right here.” Cedric said, getting to his feet, only for Harry to put a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

Cedric looked down at the pale hand that lightly whispered across his broad chest, for a finger to snake up his neck, to trace his jaw line. It sent thrills down his spine. Harry was touching him!

He suddenly found his voice. “Do you want me to get the charm?”

Harry shook his head. He had no need for a charm. He knew the truth. The truth was in the eyes.

Cedric suddenly felt trapped in Harry’s blazing green infernos. There was magic in those emerald pools. Was it possible to drown in someone’s eyes? It was a gaze that he felt was stripping him down to his naked soul.

He shivered when Harry’s slender hand moved below his belly button. He couldn’t take his eyes off Harry’s. Was this magic?

Harry loved the feel of Cedric under his hands. His body was so hard and glorious.

He slipped a cool hand under Cedric’s shirt, loving the look he saw on the other man’s bedazzled face. His skin was so smooth, toned, and hot.

Cedric put his arms around Harry, pulling him close. He loved the sweet caress of Harry’s hand. The feel of the smaller man in his arms was slowly driving him over the edge. He wanted to kiss those petal soft lips so badly.

“Kiss me, Cedric?” He asked, taking off his glasses, putting them on the table.

Cedric touched the tip of Harry’s nose with his own. “Are you sure?”

Harry was so beautiful. He could not take his eyes off him.

Harry nodded and Cedric angled his head. He put both hands on either side of Harry’s smooth porcelain cheeks and gently kissed him.

Those lips were sweet and they were just as soft as he thought they’d be. The kiss was slow and kind of clumsy at first. Harry slid his hand out from under Cedric’s shirt and wrapped both his arms around the back of his neck.

Cedric’s bigger hands glided down the back of Harry’s body to clasp around his narrow waist. Harry was on his tiptoes, kissing him, and that was when the magic struck like an arrow from Eros’ bow.

Harry opened his mouth and Cedric’s tongue slid inside. It was the perfect slot for his key. He moaned and Cedric felt as if he were drinking from some scorching fountain. The more he kissed Harry, the thirstier he got.

Cedric suddenly felt like he were the candlestick and Harry was his flame. He felt like he was melting into Harry’s enchanting embraces.

Harry moved his hands down Cedric’s broad back sliding them under his tight fitting shirt. Cedric didn’t mind melting, as long as it was into Harry.

Harry could feel Cedric’s hardness grinding into him and he knew he was just as hard. He ran his fingers down Cedric’s back making the bigger man moan with want. Their two bulges met, said excuse me to one another, and it was like electricity shooting straight to the root. Both of them gasped, quickly pulling apart, wheezing for air.

Cedric was taking deep breaths, hands on his trembling knees. He was laughing and Harry was doing the same. Neither of them knew why either.

Harry’s knees gave out and he collapsed onto a chair, and Cedric took the floor.

“Did you…” Harry tried to ask, messing with his bracelet.

Cedric shook his head. “I almost did though…you?”

Harry blushed, but shook his head. “I wanted to.”

The two of them looked at each other and snorted.

Harry suddenly gasped, touching his lips in shock, blushing furiously. Since when had he grown so bold?

“What is it?” Cedric asked, keeling right in front of him. “Are you okay?”

Harry just looked at him. “That was my first kiss.”

Cedric smiled, taking his hands in his bigger ones. “Mine to, Harry.”

Harry squeezed his hands.

“I was saving myself.” Cedric said, running a cheek across Harry’s hand. “I was saving myself for my special someone.”

Harry gently pulled a hand free and poked him in the nose with a finger. “And you think that special someone is me, huh?”

Cedric raised Harry’s hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it. “I know so.”

The certainty in Cedric’s voice had Harry trembling with want, need, and fear. He didn’t know what his was. But, whatever it was, he wanted to hold onto it, and never let go of it.

He was about to ask him how he knew that for certain, only for the sound of screams to echo in from outside. What in the world was going on out there? He quickly put his glasses back on.

“Looks like the Irish are tearing it up.” Cedric chuckled.

Another shriek filled their ears, this time closer, making Harry shiver. “Something’s wrong, Cedric.”

Cedric quickly pulled Harry to his feet, heading to the swinging flaps. The two teens poked their heads out to see a group of people run by, screaming in terror. They both looked to see people in black robes and masks, attacking anyone in sight with spells.

“Who are they?” Harry asked, as Cedric pulled him out behind the tent, weaving around others, to suddenly bolt towards the dark forest in the near distance.

“Deatheaters, Harry.” He said, over his shoulder at him, whipping out his wand as well.

He squeezed Harry’s hand tightly in his own, spun around, yelling, “STUPEFY!”

A beam of red light shot from the tip of his wand, knocking a pursuing Deatheater flat on his or her back.

“Come on, Harry!” He yelled, pulling him after him. “Into the trees, come on!”

The two of them ran into a confused looking Draco Malfoy. He was looking at the two of them holding hands. What the fuck?

“What are you doing?” Harry yelled at him. “You need to get away, Malfoy, its not safe to be this close!”

Draco yelled something back at him, but Harry could not make out what it was. He was worried sick about his friends. Where were they? Were they okay? Did they make it out of there?

He suddenly saw Hermione blasting those hooded figures into teeny tiny pieces in his mind. It made him smile.

Cedric was in a panic. The screams seemed to be coming from everywhere. Where the hell was safety? He had to get Harry to safety. That’s all that mattered. He was worried about his dad, but he was trained in these matters. His dad knew how to kick Deatheater ass.

“STUPEFY!”

Harry suddenly cried out and Cedric spun around for the smaller man to crumble into his arms.

“Harry!” He yelled. “Harry!”

He looked up to see a hooded figure running right for them. The blood seemed to boil in Cedric’s veins.

He flicked his wand in rage, screaming, “EXPULSO!”

The ground exploded in front of the hooded figure, sending him screaming into a thicket full of sharp briars with a bone snapping crash.

He picked Harry up in his arms and took off running again, not realizing that Harry’s wand had fallen to the ground.

He was scared to death, and he was pissed as hell. That fucking bastard dared to attack his Harry!

He spotted a bunch of bushes that seemed to cover a good sized ditch. He quickly sprinted towards it and got down behind the bushes.

He sat down, cradling Harry’s head against his racing heart, wand ready for anything. A spell was on the tip of his tongue whenever feet would go running by them.

“Harry?” He whispered, lightly shaking him. “Please, wake up.”

He pointed his wand at Harry, whispering, “Finite Incantatem.”

Harry suddenly began to stir, blinking his eyes, looking up into Cedric’s frightened face. “What happened?”

Cedric put a finger to his mouth, instantly silencing him. Someone had just run by them.

Harry went for his wand only to gasp. “My wand is gone!”

Cedric frowned. That was not good. “We’ll find it later, I promise.”

All of a sudden the two of them jumped when a loud voice echoed in the near distance.

“MORSMORDRE!”

A loud explosion went off, and the two of them hunkered down to gaze up at the sky in fear. There was a skull with a snake slithering through the eyes and mouth in the sky.

Cedric immediately put his arms around Harry. “It’s the Dark Mark.”

“Oh my God,” A frightened shriek echoed. “It’s the Dark Mark!”

“This way, Amos,” Harry heard Mr. Weasley shout. “It came from over here!”

“Dad,” Cedric shouted, helping Harry up.

“Oh, thank the gods, Son!” Amos cried, running up. “You’re all right.”

“The others,” Harry cried at Mr. Weasley. “Where are the others?”

“They’re safe, Harry.” Mr. Weasely told him, hugging him. “I had Charlie get them all back to the portkey. Bill is helping with the poor muggles who unfortunately got in the way of the Deatheaters.”

“Who did it?” A loud voice cried. It was the Minister of Magic, himself. Cornelius Fudge.

“I just took Harry and ran.” Cedric told his dad. “I managed two get two of them.”

“Good man.” Amos said, hugging his son.

“I lost my wand.” Harry told Mr. Weasley. “It could be anywhere.”

“We’ll find it, Harry.” Cedric said before Mr. Weasley could. “I promised.”

Amos smiled at his son, even though he was worried to death. All of this was just terrible. Those damned Deatheaters, and their stupid robes and hoods. They were just as annoying as the KKK from Muggle Studies. They all needed to be taken out and whipped for being damn stupid.

“Over here, Minister Fudge!” A man yelled. “We’ve found a wand.”

All of them raced over and Harry said before he thought, “That’s my wand.”

“Ah, ha,” Fudge shouted. “He admitted it.”

“Harry was with me, Minister,” Cedric said, starting to get mad again. “Why would Harry Potter conjure the Dark Mark?”

The minister took the wand, and waved his wand over it. The spell revealed that is was Harry’s wand that had conjured the Dark Mark.

Cedric made a face. “The two of us were hiding over there in the bushes. Harry had been stunned and unconscious, until I got the chance to wake him up.”

“We heard a deep voice shout it.” Harry added. “It was kind of muffled, too.”

“I don’t believe it.” Fudge snarled.

“Are you calling my boys liars,” Amos shouted, wand drawn to attack, sparks flickering at the tip.

Harry just looked at the man and Cedric smiled. His dad was the coolest.

“I dropped my wand during the attack, Sir.” Harry told him. “One of those Deatheaters must have found it, and used it instead of their own wand.”

“It is clear that Harry would not know how to summon the Dark Mark, Minister.” Mr. Weasley said. “May he have his wand back now?”

Fudge looked at Harry and frowned. He gave Harry back his wand. “I’ll be watching you, Boy Who Lived.”

Harry shuddered. “You always are, Minister.”

“Come on, Harry.” Cedric said, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Let’s go back while the Ministry cleans this up.”

“Right,” Mr. Diggory said. “Come along, Arthur. Let’s go clean up this mess.”

Mr. Weasley squeezed Cedric’s arm. “You take good care of him now.”

Cedric nodded. “I will.”

The two of them began to walk back towards the camp and Harry just looked up at Cedric. “You led me to safety, protected me, and defended me.”

“Well, duh, Harry.” Cedric said, pulling him over behind a tree. “That’s what a boyfriend is supposed to do.”

Harry’s eyes widened and he asked, “Boyfriend?”

Cedric cocked his head to the side. “Well, that is if you want me to be.”

Harry didn’t even think about it. He pulled Cedric’s face down, crushing their lips together, kissing until they both saw flashes of white lights behind their eyelids. They were both in bliss.

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Present

I’m standing on a bridge
I’m waiting in the dark
I thought that you’d be here by now
There’s nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I’m listening but there’s no sound

--AVRIL LAVIGNE

Harry felt himself floating up in the air and he silently screamed at them all, tears drowning his vision. He struggled and he snapped his teeth at Snape in fury.

I hate you! I hate you all! Just you wait, Dumbledore! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you all for doing this to me! I’m in pain and nobody cares! Nobody has done a damn thing to make that murdering bastard pay! I’m going to kill him and then I’m going to kill you! You should have fucking stopped him when he went after the stone! He was weak! I was a child! A fucking child, Dumbledore!

He threw his head back, screaming silently to be released. He twirled around in the air, trying to kick at Snape.

I’ll gut you like a fish! I’ll slice open all your veins and watch you bleed to death! I’ll make you suffer the horrors I suffer every time I close my eyes! I’ll make you beg me for death! I’ll make you scream like I screamed when Cedric was blasted from my world!

“Mr. Potter!” Snape barked in fury. “Hold still or I’m going to slap you senseless!”

Harry’s burning green jewels flashed dangerously.

Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you? I’m really going to enjoy killing him, Dumbledore. His death will be on your hands, just like Cedric’s, and all the other people you’ve failed to protect.

He threw his head back and silently laughed. Oh, the look in those sad blue eyes was making him feel a whole lot better. He couldn’t wait to carve them out, and smash them under his heel.

His head suddenly snapped to the side, his lip busted from the blow.

Hermione let out a gasp and Ron yelled, “You slimy bastard!”

“Ten points, Mr. Weasley.” Snape hissed, fighting with Harry.

The molten green gemstones burned right into Dumbledore’s eyes, and Harry licked his busted lip. His beauty was suddenly terrible and fell to look at. That heartbreakingly beautiful face twisted into something cold and sharp as razors.

Suddenly it was Harry again, silently pleading. Burning green stars staring on in horror at something they couldn’t see.

Not Cedric, not Cedric, please not Cedric!

Dumbledore had to turn his back. His heart could not take it.

“Do it now!” Sirius growled. “Stop taking pleasure in his pain, you snake!”

Tears fell from those eyes, burning, stinging, and blinding him to his surroundings. All he could see, all he could hear, was the sound the Cedric crying out, and then slamming into the ground, dead. Those beautiful gray eyes, staring sightless up into the starry sky.

Harry opened his mouth to scream in agony, power rising from the pit of his aching soul.

“OBLIVIATE!”

Walk with me, Harry?

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.