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 Six

Harry opened his green eyes to the morning sun streaming into the room in golden beams. He stretched, yawned, and could hear Percy shouting at the top of his lungs. What in the world was going on?

“That mad woman has it in for the Ministry, I tell you! That lying, no good, sneaky, underhanded, two faced, enchantaloxed out, little witch! She’s got rumors going that bodies had been removed from those woods! Someone needs to put an end to her career!”

A door slammed violently.

Harry shivered, remembering how he had run through those woods, hand in hand with Cedric. He had been so disoriented, confused, and dazed. He had not been much help to Cedric at all. He had gotten himself stunned, and he had lost his wand.

He could still see that frightening skull and snake growling in the night sky, screams on the wind. Cedric had thrown his arms around him, holding him tightly to his chest, as if to be Harry’s shield from the horror.

Voldemort had used that sign when he or his Deatheaters had killed someone. Had that sign been put over his home when his parents and he had been targeted for murder? The mere thought of it made his blood boil with rage.

His mind suddenly drifted back to Cedric. He was now his boyfriend and he simply tingled with joy. He played with his bracelet, smiling, remembering how they had kissed behind that tree for what seemed like forever.

The feel and taste of those petal sweet lips still lingered on his mouth. He could feel those huge, gentle hands, running down his back in massage like motions. Cedric had smelled so good, and the feel of him had been so wonderful, that Harry had forgotten his fear.

Cedric had taken care of him, protected him from the Deatheaters, and defended him from the Minister. His heart must have been thumping a hundred beats a second.

Mr. Weasley had had Bill to come fetch him from Cedric’s slightly scorched tent. The man had walked in to find the two of them up against the bathroom door, kissing each others brains out.

He had been mortified and Cedric had blushed furiously. Bill had only chuckled and told him that it was time to return home.

Harry had smiled at Bill. He had referred to the Burrow as being his home, too. It made him feel all warm inside.

“I’ll owl you.” Cedric said, bending down to kiss his soft, pale, cheek. “I’ll try and come visit you before school.”

Harry had been thrilled by that. The two of them could ride brooms together, or chase the snitch together. He couldn’t wait.

The instant he had gotten back to the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley had pulled him and Bill into a breath stealing hug. When she let go, the two of them were panting for breath. Damn, she was strong.

She had been worried sick about her family and had gone through two boxes of tissues. Harry suddenly loved the kind hearted woman even more.

Hermione and Ginny had pounced on him, both demanding if Cedric had done anything naughty while all hell had broken loose. He shook his head, furiously. He told them how brave and heroic Cedric had been. The two girls just looked at him with twinkles in their eyes.

He gazed over at his shopping bags that were full of books and school supplies Mrs. Weasley had purchased for him while he had been at the World Cup. She had done the same for everyone else as well.

“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty,” A loud voice shouted, door to his room swinging open. It was Charlie, and he had a letter in hand. “You’re white knight in shining armor has sent you a letter, Fair One.”

Harry almost fell out of the bed. Had Charlie no shame? Where the bloody hell was his glasses? He couldn’t see a damn thing.

He reached over onto the stand, felt around, picked them up, and slid them onto his face. Charlie was smiling at him with a big grin, and walked into the room.

“You’re horrible.” Harry told him, moving his feet so Charlie could sit at the foot of the bed. “Did you know that?”

Charlie handed him the letter, nodding. “I know, and it makes people love me all the more.”

Harry took the letter from him with a soft thank you and looked at his name on it. Cedric had used a beautiful green ink that seemed to glitter like emerald.

“Your prince has very nice handwriting, Harry.” Charlie said, gazing off. “If only Kai’s was as nice.”

Harry gazed over at him and grinned. “You really like your dragon tamer, huh, Charlie?”

Charlie smiled at him, nodding his head. He told Harry that sometimes your heart simply knows when someone is the one.

Harry carefully opened up his letter, pulling out the parchment that was inside. There was that delightful smell again. He put it to his nose and sniffed.

“He scented it, too?” Charlie asked in shock. Why couldn’t Kai be so thoughtful?

Harry smiled. “He always does.”

Charlie was so going to have some words with Kai. Why couldn’t he be this romantic? The two of them would argue about it, which would lead to a duel, and then makeup sex. Charlie simply shivered. He couldn’t wait.

He watched Harry unfold the parchment. The look in the young man’s emerald gaze was so cute as he read the letter’s contents.

Wow! Harry’s got it bad! He thought.

Harry suddenly realized that Charlie was still in the room and his cheeks went pink. Had he just zoned out again?

Charlie chuckled. “Well, what does it say, Harry?”

“He wants to come see me.” He said, playing with the letter. “Do you think your parents would mind some extra company?”

Charlie could only grin at him. This beautiful boy had it bad. Harry had all the symptoms. Eros had shot him right through the heart.

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Molly Weasley was not an easy woman to shock. Hell, she had known that Charlie was gay even before he did. When he came out of the closet wearing her shoes and lipstick, well, that said it all. None of the other children had ever done such a hilarious thing. He had looked ridiculous.

When he had been in his early teens, he had been fascinated with eyeliner. Arthur had brought some home with him from work, saying how all the muggle women and men went crazy over it. She had to show him how to apply it properly before she would let him out of her sight.

She was now looking at Harry, knowing that she was gawking. What were the muggles calling it again? Oh, yes! Maybe her Gaydar needed some fine tuning, because Harry never made a ping. She suddenly wondered what his eyes would look like with black eyeliner. She bet they would scream electric green.

“Of course, Harry, Dear.” She said, hugging him to her bosom. “I would love to meet your boyfriend.”

Ron looked across the breakfast table at Hermione and Ginny. The two of them were simply eating this up.

“And as for you,” Molly snapped, pointing at Charlie. “When do I get to meet your man?”

Fred and George were both snickering because Bill was making all kinds of faces at Charlie behind their mother’s head.

“I’ll bring him home for Christmas.” Charlie told her, waiting to give Bill the finger.

“You can even bring Cedric as well, Harry.” She said, filling up his plate once more for him.

He was so happy. Ron had been right. His family was so awesome.

George simply had to say it because Fred put him up to it. “Oh! Hey! Maybe Ron could bring Krum as well?”

Ron’s face went as red as his hair, and he roared, “I’m seriously going to murder you!”

“Quiet!” Percy shrieked at the top of his lungs. “How the bloody hell am I going to get this report done? Nobody understands how important this is to me! Oh, why am I so alone in this world?”

His bedroom door violently slammed for the second time that morning.

Everyone at the table just gazed around at everyone else.

Charlie put a hand to his forehead. “Drama, drama, drama.”

Everyone laughed.

“I think Percy does that on purpose.” Bill said, biting into a sausage. “I think he’s secretly going into an acting career.”

Mrs. Weasley gasped, turning towards the stairs. “You don’t say?”

Fred and George looked at each other. “He does have that whole wailing in despair thing down.”

“Well,” Mr. Weasley said, jumping to his feet. “It’s time for work. I’ve got lots to do now because of them Deatheaters. I might not be in for a while.”

“Wait for me!” Percy cried, throwing himself down the stairs in a near swoon. “I must save my desk!”

“Hurry up now, Missy Scarlet.” Charlie howled with laughter. “You mustn’t be late.”

“What?” Harry asked in confusion. “What about a desk?”

He had zoned out again.

Percy ran into the fire, cursing about Howlers. Those damned things exploded if you did not quickly open them. His desk was already scorched.

“Have a nice day.” Mrs. Weasley said, kissing her husband, then looked back at Harry as Mr. Weasley vanished in the flames. “You really should eat more, Sweetheart. Would you like more gravy for your biscuits?”

Harry smiled, but shook his head. He was stuffed. “No, thank you.”

He felt kind of bad for Percy. Did Percy not know how to take a breather? The poor guy was going to work himself to death.

“When is Cedric coming, Harry?” Ginny asked him.

Harry looked over at Mrs. Weasley. “When is it all right with you, Mrs. Weasley?”

“What do you think about tomorrow?” She asked. “I’ll make the two of you a special picnic basket.”

“Aw.” Hermione said, seeing Harry’s face.

He could only look at Mrs. Weasley. He didn’t know what to say. He was so happy.

He lowered his head, blushing. “Thank you.”

She smiled. “Now, who wants to help me with the dishes?”

Fred and George both bolted from the room and Bill apperated away with a loud BANG.

Mrs. Weasley growled, making a tight fist. “Those three…”

“I’ll help.” Harry offered.

Ron mad a face. “I will, too.”

Everyone who was remaining in the kitchen stopped to stare at Ron. Ginny felt his forehead which made him snarl.

Charlie only smiled to himself. Was Ron jealous of Harry and Cedric? Was his little brother scared that he was losing his best friend to some other man? He nearly squealed. This was too adorable.

Harry smiled. “Thanks, Ron.”

Ron nodded and got to his feet.

“Now wait just a minute.” Mrs. Weasley said, putting a hand to her chest. “Never have I ever allowed a guest under my roof to do the dishes, and Ron breaks one too many to be trusted.”

“We’ll do them, Mom.” Ron said, gathering up his plates.

She made a face, but then smiled at the two of them. “Okay then. You come with me, Charlie.”

“What is it?” He asked, curiosity filling his eyes.

“I found myself a lovely dress.” She lied, pulling him after her by the arm. “And since you’re a gay man, I need your opinion.”

Hermione and Ginny both snorted. They simply loved the stereotypes.

Charlie waved to them all before vanishing with her around the corner. He was going to have to take Harry shopping. The beauty had a nice figure and needed the right clothing to compliment it.

Ginny asked Hermione if she would like to go for a walk in the garden. The older girl complied and they excused themselves.

Harry watched the two of them leave, and quickly began to run some water in the sink, while Ron gathered up the dishes.

“Harry?” Ron asked in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“The dishes,” he said, turning to smile at him, “The muggle way.”

Ron cocked his head to the side, asking why. Harry told him so they could talk about stuff.

“So?” Ron asked, drying off the dishes Harry handed to him, putting them up. “Cedric did all that, huh?”

Harry nodded, telling Ron what a good person Cedric was.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, Harry.” He quietly said, setting down a plate.

“What?” Harry asked in shock, turning to look at him. “Don’t worry about it, Ron. You had to look after Ginny and Hermione.”

Ron gave him a sad smile. “I’m your best friend. I should have been there for you when the Dark Mark was set off.”

“You had no idea any of that was going to happen, Ron.” Harry said, dropping his rag into the water. “We were all having a good time, doing our own thing. Nobody saw this coming.”

He suddenly remembered Draco in the woods. He had not looked concerned at all. Had his father been apart of the Deatheaters that had attacked?

Ron shook his head. “I wasn’t there to protect you.”

Harry just looked at him. What was this?

“You did what your dad and older brother told you to do.” He said, putting a hand on Ron’s shoulder. “You could have been hurt or worse if you had come looking for me, and I don’t think I would ever forgive myself if something bad was to have happened to you if you had.”

Ron leaned back against the counter. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

“I love you, you idiot.” Harry laughed, splashing him with the dishwater. “Don’t you ever do something that would endanger your life just so you can try and save me. I’m not worth the pain your mother would feel.”

Ron stared open mouthed at him, and then smiled. “A little too late on the life endanger part, Harry…three years too late.”

Harry rolled his eyes, snorting. “You know what I mean.”

“Not really.” Ron lied. “But I can pretend if you want me to.”

“Dry this.” Harry ordered, handing him another dish.

The both of them laughed and talked about how awesome the match had been. Ron had gotten tons of pictures of Krum. He could not wait to hang them all up, too. He even told Harry how he almost fainted when he saw Krum’s busted nose. He hated the sight of blood almost as much as he did spiders.

“Harry!” Charlie shouted, coming into the kitchen, pretending he had not heard every word of their conversation right around the corner with his mother. “I’m taking you shopping…for clothes!”

Ron dropped a dish, jumping when it shattered.

“Ronald Weasley!” Mrs. Weasley shrieked. Harry had thought Percy had come home.

Charlie pointed his wand at the ruined plate, said a quick spell, and it was whole once more.

Ginny and Hermione poked their heads in at the door and said at the same time, “Shopping?”

Harry scrunched his face up. “Say what?”

Charlie chuckled and told him to hurry and write his knight a letter so they could get going. He shooed Harry from the kitchen, laughing the whole time. This was going to be so much fun. Cedric Diggory was not going to know what hit him.

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You light the skies, up above me
A star, so bright, you blind me, yeah
Don’t close your eyes
Don’t fade away, don’t fade away
OH!

--TAKE THAT

The spell struck Harry and he tried to scream but he couldn’t. He could feel all the memories of Cedric slowly being ripped away from him. He wailed like a destructive wind in his mind, clawing at air, trying to grab at least one of his secret treasures.

No! Cedric! Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me all alone! I hate being alone!

The man that he loved with his entire soul just slowly started to fade away. He could no longer remember his face, the touch of his lips and hands, the smell of him, the very feel of his body on top of his. He couldn’t even remember his voice, and then, he was simply gone.

No! No! No! No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

He suddenly felt himself falling, and his head smacked the cold floor with a crack. His vision blurred. He could hear voices, people shouting his name in concern, and empty darkness claimed him.

“You fool!” Professor Snape hissed in rage. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You might have erased every memory in his head!”

Sirius pushed past him, to fall at Harry’s side. He waved his wand, making the ropes vanish like smoke. Those silver talons melted away into beautiful white hands once more.

“Is he all right?” Hermione cried out, running over to them. She had heard Harry’s skull crack against the floor.

Sirius lifted Harry up into his arms and felt something wet behind Harry’s head. He looked at his fingers to see that they were covered in warm blood.

Ron made a gasping sound. He hated the sight of blood.

“Take him over to the bed!” Madame Pomfrey yelled, quickly pulling out her wand.

Sirius did as he was told. He had not meant for this to happen. He just couldn’t take watching Snape enjoy his godson’s pain. He laid Harry down on his stomach, turning his head to the side so Poppy could get to his wound.

Madame Pomfrey attended Harry’s head wound, and Dumbledore just sat down at Harry’s side, holding the young man’s hand that had wanted to slice him open just moments before.

Sirius grabbed Snape by the front of his robes. “If you ever lay a hand on my godson in violence again…I know a spell that will break every bone in your body!”

Snape smirked coldly. “You couldn’t beat me in a fair duel, Black. You never could.”

“Fair?” Sirius asked him in shock, giving him a good shake. “The snake speaks of fighting fair?”

“Enough!” Dumbledore boomed. “Now is not the time for this.”

Snape pulled himself free, and swept from the room in a hiss of his billowing black robes.

Ron looked over at Hermione who was chewing her thumbnail, tears falling from her eyes.

“What exactly did you erase, Sirius?” Dumbledore asked, turning to look at him.

“I wanted to erase his pain.” Sirius said, looking at him. “I just wanted to erase his pain.”

Dumbledore nodded and looked back down at Harry. They were just going to have to wait until he woke back up.

There was no known way to remove the curse of a Beansidhe. Once kissed, there was no going back. The Ministry was going to have a party with this. They could really use this to discredit Harry’s story about the return of Voldemort. They could even have it to where Harry was the one who killed Cedric in a fit of shrieking rage inside the maze.

“I have a meeting with the Minister.” He said getting to his feet. “Please look after him for me, Poppy.”

Madame Pomfrey nodded. “Like a dragon does her egg, Albus.”

“You three need to return to Grimwald Place.” Dumbledore said.

“I’m not leaving Harry.” Ron said, actually stomping his foot.

Hermione nodded. “We’re not leaving him.”

“There is nothing you can do for him.” Dumbledore said. “When he wakes up, he might be dangerous again. If everything turns out to be okay, he will join you at Grimwald Place.”

“You never said what you’re going to do with Harry if his memories were erased of Cedric.” Sirius said.

“Trust my judgment, Sirius.” Dumbledore said.

Sirius narrowed his eyes. Harry did. Now look where it’s gotten him. He’s fucking snapped.

Sirius nodded. “Ron, Hermione, let’s go.”

“What?” Ron demanded in outrage. “You can’t be serious!”

Hermione looked like she wanted to curse something or somebody, too.

“Come on.” Sirius barked, leaving the wing. “I told them I’d have you all back.”

“Go with him.” Dumbledore said. “Harry will be fine. I promise you.”

Ron growled and literally stomped from the room, following after Sirius.

“What are you going to do when the school year starts?” Hermione asked him. “How are you going to explain Harry’s sudden physical change?”

“That all depends on Harry’s mental, physical, and emotional well being, Miss Granger.” Dumbledore told her.

“If Cedric has been erased from his mind…how are you going to keep hundreds of students from mentioning his name to Harry?” She asked him, stepping towards him.

“I have my ways, Miss Granger.” He said. “Off you go.”

She took one last look at Harry who was lying on his stomach. His face was to the side, and she could see that those glowing ivory cheeks were still wet from tears.

Dumbledore turned back to Harry, smiling softly down at him. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I wish you could hear me. I know what you’re going through…believe me when I say that.”

He slowly walked from the room, as if his age had finally caught up with him. Harry had been right. He could have captured Voldemort when he had gone after the Sorcerer’s Stone.

If he had the power…there would be so many things that he would change.

Madam Pomfrey finished mending Harry’s wound and smiled at her handiwork. She then washed the blood from his silky black hair that kept moving. It was like it had a life of its own.

He moaned softly in his sleep and her heart shattered. She hoped that he was going to be able to pull through this pain. Her fondness for him has grown over the years. He was one of her favorite patients.

“Everything will be fine, Harry.” She smiled, wiping his cheek with a warm rag. “You’ll open your eyes and everything will be better.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.