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 Seven

Come into these arms again
And lay your body down
The rhythm of this trembling heart
It’s beating like a drum
It beats for you, it bleeds for you
It knows not how it sounds
For it is the drum of drums
It is the song of songs

--Annie Lennox

Harry was standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself for what must have been the hundredth time. He shook his head.

I look just like a slimy Slytherin.

He had on an emerald green turtleneck with a silver collar that fit him like a glove. The form fitting pants he had on were as black as sin. He did not look like himself at all.

He had bought four other outfits besides this one. All the other ones were a mixture of red and gold. Charlie had been the one to talk him into buying this one because it complimented his eyes and his milky white skin.

The more he looked himself over in the mirror, the more self conscience he became. What if Cedric took one look at him and flies away in terror?

He did have to admit though, his eyes looked fierce. Charlie had charmed his emerald orbs with eyeliner. It was one of his secret tips. He had made it look like this was the way Harry’s gorgeous eyes always looked.

When Cedric looks into your eyes, Harry, have your lips ready, okay? He might need some mouth to mouth.

Charlie had event taken care of that. He had spelled his ruby red lips with a natural glossy looking sheen.

He simply lowered his head. Cedric was going to take one look and laugh at him.

Well, at least his hair still looked the same. Charlie had told him that it was wild and that it made his eyes look wicked.

It had made him laugh at the time, but now he was worried. Did his eyes really look wicked?

Oh! Stop it, Harry! Wicked doesn’t mean evil!

Well, not according to that one film that has a house, a twister, pretty ruby slippers, and a green lady.

Oh, stop it!

Just then a knock came at the door. He spun around to see that it was Charlie and he was smiling.

“If I didn’t have Kai, I’d seduce you to my bed, Harry.”

Harry blushed, looking back into the mirror. “I’m not so sure about this, Charlie.”

“Too late now,” he laughed, walking over to him. “Your prince is downstairs and I nearly got the vapors. He is a fine male specimen.”

Harry’s knees suddenly started to tremble and he grabbed both sides of the mirror to steady himself. Was this what panic attack felt like? He felt scared.

“Calm down, Harry.” Charlie told him, putting a hand on his back, smiling over his shoulder at him in the mirror. “You look sharp, stunning, and absolutely radiant. You’re going to knock him off his sexy feet and right into a position where you can have your wicked way with him.”

“Charlie!” Harry hissed, blushing deeper than any rose. “We’re not like that!”

He chuckled and whispered in his ear, “That’s not what Bill said.”

Harry made a face, grabbing his wand. “I’ll kill him!”

“After your date with Handsome,” Charlie said, pulling him from the room. “Put your wand away, silly.”

Harry could hear Cedric’s sexy voice and almost turned tail and ran. He looked like an idiot. He couldn’t let Cedric see him looking like this.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Charlie snorted, grabbing his arm again, fixing his glasses. “He’s waiting for you.”

Harry slowly gave in, taking his time down the stairs. The moment he saw Cedric, his heart started to gallop like a unicorn.

Cedric turned around to see Harry coming down the steps and everything suddenly felt like it was running in slow motion. The butterflies in his stomach were suddenly growing bigger and doing somersaults, both at the same time. His heart was beating like a sporadic drum on fire.

His breath left his lungs the instant his eyes caught those wicked emerald green gems. There were no words to describe how beautiful Harry was.

Harry only had eyes for Cedric. How on earth had he captured the affections of this handsome man?

He loved the sky blue sweater Cedric had on. It was hugging his broad chest ever so tightly. The pants he had on were doing the same for his long, muscular legs.

He got to the bottom step and smiled at Cedric. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

It took Cedric a moment to find his voice. He couldn’t stop looking at Harry.

He shook his head, smiling with really white teeth. “I’d wait a hundred years.”

He suddenly blushed. That had been corny as hell? What was he thinking?

I’d wait a hundred years? What the hell was that, you idiot?

“You might have had to.” Charlie said, from right beside them. “I thought I was never going to pull this wicked queen away from his mirror.”

Cedric laughed and Harry growled at him. That was supposed to be a secret.

Hermione and Ginny could not help but giggle. The two of them looked so adorable together. Cedric towered over Harry.

Ginny could see it now. It seemed like Harry was meant to be with someone who was taller than him.

Mrs. Weasley came into the room carrying a picnic basket in hand. She had loaded it up with all kinds of goodies for them to eat.

“So nice to meet the young man who protected our Harry,” She said, shaking his hand. “Harry told us all about your heroics during the attack.”

Cedric shook her hand, blushing. He didn’t know what to say, because he didn’t want to sound like a pompous ass. He had to protect his true love, but he couldn’t just come right out and say that either.

“You’ve embarrassed him, Mom.” Charlie chuckled, sensing the handsome stud’s plight.

Harry took a hold of his warm hand and smiled up at him. It seemed to relieve Cedric’s nervousness, and ease his own.

“Well,” Mrs. Weasley said, handing Harry the basket, summoning a red blanket for Cedric to take. “We have tons of forest, so take your pick of a nice spot to have fun.”

Cedric took the blanket from her only to throw his arms around Harry like a shield when a huge explosion shook the house. Was it another attack?

Hermione grabbed Ginny’s arm. This was simply too precious. Cedric thought Harry was under an attack.

“Fred! George!” Mrs. Weasley bellowed, flying up the stairs like a whirlwind of doom. “I told you two! No more Weasley Wizard Wheezes!”

Cedric made a confused face, looking down at a stunned Harry in his protective embrace. “Wizard Wheezes Who?”

Charlie smiled and patted Cedric’s back. Everybody was so use to the random explosions that were always coming from the twin’s bedroom that they never pay it any mind. He must have been scared to death.

“I see that our Harry is in good hands.” He said, winking at Harry. “You two have fun.”

“Ronald Weasley!” Mrs. Weasley shrieked like a banshee. “What have you done to your ears?”

Charlie took off up the steps. He so had to see this.

Harry smiled at Hermione and Ginny. “See you two later.”

Cedric gave them nods.

They waved, watching them go outside. The two of them laughed when they heard Cedric keep on asking about the Wheezes Who Wizards.

“Come on.” Ginny said, pulling Hermione after her when the door closed.

“And just what do you two ladies think you’re doing?” Charlie asked, appearing behind them with a BANG.

Hermione grinned. “We’re only going to spy on Harry and Cedric, Charlie.”

“I am ashamed and appalled at the both of you.” He reprimanded, hands folded across his chest, nostrils flaring, loving the way their shocked faces looked. “How dare you even think about leaving without me? Just who do you two think you are?”

All three of them took running to peek out the door. This was going to be so much fun.

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Cedric and Harry walked hand in hand into the shady forest, wanting to find the perfect spot for their picnic. The two of them looked up to see birds fluttering amongst the tall limbs. The two were too caught up in each other’s company to notice that they were being followed from a distance.

“So,” Harry asked, letting go of Cedric’s hand, running a little ways in front of him, turning to smile. “You’re not going to turn into a big bad wolf and steal my basket are you?”

Where in the hell had that come from? Harry asked himself.

Cedric grinned. He remembered how his mom used to read him muggle fairytales when he was little. Little Red had been among his favorites.

A beam of warm light fell across Harry, and it momentarily blinded Cedric. Harry looked like he was enveloped in a glowing halo.

“Why would I want a basket,” Cedric asked in a deep, melodious voice, giving him his best wolfish grin, “When all I want is you, Harry?”

Harry felt his knees buckle. Gods, Cedric’s voice was sexy and smoldering, and that smile on his face was wicked. He longed for another fiery kiss.

Cedric took a step towards him and Harry suddenly bolted like a deer. His gray eyes widened in amazement at how graceful Harry looked as he sprinted off among the towering trees.

He took off running after him, wondering what kind of game this was.

Harry was running and he didn’t know why. His heart was beating like some frantic drum. Hell, it was racing like a unicorn did. He suddenly started laughing.

“If you want me,” He called out, looking over his shoulder, seeing Cedric right behind him, “You’re going to have to catch me.”

Cedric laughed and picked up the pace. “I love a challenge, Harry!”

Harry gracefully swerved to the left, running through blinding beams of brilliant golden sunlight, laughing the whole way. He jumped over a fallen tree that was covered in green moss, smiling as he did so.

Cedric could not take his eyes off the man that kept eluding his grip. He would get right up on him, and Harry would swerve in a totally different direction. He suddenly felt like a faun who was chasing an ever elusive nymph. He smirked to himself and went in a different direction.

Harry looked back over his shoulder to see that Cedric was no where in sight. He halted and looked around. Where did he go?

He took a step back, bumping into something hard. Suddenly, powerful, yet gentle arms wrapped themselves around him.

“Gotcha,” A warm, fragrant breath ticked his ear.

Harry rolled his eyes, leaning into the strong embrace. “You cheated.”

“Did I?” Cedric asked, leaning over a shoulder to place a gentle kiss on a smooth cheek. “You told me that I had to catch you…looks like I did, huh?”

Harry looked in front of him to see the most beautiful weeping willow ever. It looked like it had been spelled directly out of a storybook.

He pointed over at it and Cedric looked up as well. “Let’s eat under it.”

“You might run away again if I let you loose.” Cedric whispered, heart thumping.

Harry could feel it against his back and Cedric could feel his. The both of them seemed to freeze in the moment. Were their hearts beating out the same rhythm?

Harry shook his head. “I won’t run, I promise.”

Cedric slowly opened his arms and Harry grabbed a hand, suddenly noticing that Cedric had tied the red blanket around his neck like a cape.

“What is this?” He asked. “Are you Superman now?”

Cedric didn’t know who that was but he said, “Only if I can be yours.”

Harry stood on tiptoe, pecking him on the lips. “Come on.”

Cedric followed him over, untying the blanket, and laying it down at the base of the tree.

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Ginny, Hermione, and Charlie were all three watching the two lovebirds through some dense bushes. They were doing their best to not break down and sob.

Harry had his back resting against the trunk of the tree and Cedric was resting his head in his lap. He was running his fingers through Cedric’s soft hair.

The two of them looked to be talking and laughing about something. They had watched the two of them eat their sandwiches and fruit salad. Their stomachs all rumbled and they told each other to shush it.

“What are they talking about?” Ginny whined. “I can’t hear a thing.”

Hermione shrugged and Charlie smiled. He could hear them, thanks to the hearing charm on his ears.

All three gasped when Cedric raised his head up about to kiss Harry on the lips. Now it was getting interesting.

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“You’re so beautiful, Harry.” Cedric said, looking up into those emerald eyes, softly caressing a porcelain cheek with his hand. “Can I kiss you again?”

Harry’s heart trembled as he gazed down into those smoky gray depths. He nodded his head, smiling.

Cedric pulled himself up with fluid ease, being careful with his weight as he straddled Harry’s thighs. He angled his head to the side and softly devoured Harry’s rosy red lips. It was like drinking from a goblet filled with sweet tasting nectar. The more he drank, the more he wanted.

His heart would beat only for Harry. His heart would bleed only for Harry. This was magic and it was the beating sound of their trembling hearts.

Harry dug his hands into Cedric’s sweater, pulling him closer. It was like he couldn’t get close enough to him.

The two of them moaned and Harry started to pull Cedric’s sweater over his head. He wanted to feel his skin next to his own. It was like his heart was screaming for it.

Cedric finished pulling off his sweater, tossing it aside, moaning when Harry’s hands ran all over his exposed flesh. He trembled under those wanting touches.

He pulled Harry’s shirt off and had to drink the sight of him in. Harry’s torso was so pale and flawless to where his own was a soft gold. The contrast between them was stunning. They were two different colored stars, but in the same sky.

Cedric smiled at the bracelet Harry was wearing. He wondered if he ever took his gift off.

“Harry?” He asked in sudden concern. “Why are you crying?”

Harry shook his head, wiping the tears from his eyes. “It’s nothing.”

Cedric pulled him forward so that Harry’s head was resting against his warm chest. “Tell me, Harry.”

“I’m happy.” Harry whispered, breathing in the scent of Cedric’s flesh. “And I’m afraid.”

Cedric kissed him on top of the head. “Why are you afraid, Harry? Are you afraid of me?”

Harry shook his head. “I’m afraid of losing this feeling. Happiness has this way of being torn away from me.”

Cedric’s heart suddenly ached for his Harry. He softly cooed to him, gently laying him back. The tears were still falling from those shining emerald stars.

Harry gasped when Cedric began to gently lick his tears away with a caress of his feather soft tongue. He suddenly started to laugh and more tears fell. It was like a dam had shattered inside of him, letting the light in him spill forth. He threw his arms around Cedric, crushing their mouths together.

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There was not a dry seat behind those dense bushes. Hermione and Ginny were holding each other’s hand, suddenly feeling guilty for watching this.

Charlie could not help but smile. Here was something beautiful. This was love that was innocent and pure. Something that darkness could never taint. The two of them were shining only for each other.

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Harry opened his eyes and found himself watching Cedric sleep. His face looked so soft and relaxed as he laid there on his side.

The two of them must have talked in each others arms until they fell asleep. He smiled and started to trace his index finger along Cedric’s handsome jaw line, feeling a slight stubble. It made him giggle.

He poked Cedric on the nose, making the older boy scrunch up his face in sleep, causing him to snuggle closer to him. He put his nose against Cedric’s collarbone and sniffed in the scent of jasmine.

It seemed to permeate the air around him. He was drowning in the scent of Cedric.

A warm breeze began to blow through the willow tree, causing the drooping branches to dance all around him and Cedric. The emerald green leaves glimmered in the soft light that was slowly vanishing.

How long had the two of them been asleep? Harry turned back to see that a breathtaking butterfly had landed on Cedric’s rosy golden cheek.

Harry was completely mesmerized by its beautiful wings. They were gray as smoke with emerald dots all over.

He softly gasped in awe and started to shake Cedric awake who groaned about not wanting to clean his room. It made him laugh.

Cedric suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in concern, looking right at Harry. That was when he noticed that they were completely surrounded by beautiful butterflies that were fluttering all over the place.

Red and golden wings glimmered with spots of black and yellow were sparkling all around their still forms. It was the first time either of them had seen so many butterflies in once place. Harry held out an open palm for one to land in it.

The two of them turned to look at each other and smiled. This had been one of the most magical days of Harry’s and Cedric’s life.

Just then a flash went off and both of them turned their heads to see that it was Ron. He had taken a picture of them and was smiling at them, too.

“Mom was getting worried.” He lied. “So I came looking.”

“You took a picture of us with the butterflies!” Harry yelled, jumping to his feet in excitement. “I want two copies, please!”

Ron nodded his head. “Okay, Harry.”

Cedric smiled. “Our first real date is on film.”

Ron laughed. “It’s a really good picture, too.”

“Let me see!” Harry said, bolting over to him, Cedric right behind.

Cedric looked at the picture and gasped. Ron had caught the moment in its perfection.

Harry was smiling at the butterfly in his hand, and then turned to smile at Cedric as the others danced around them like glittering gems in flight. The two of them looked like they were the only two people in the world, completely surrounded in magic.

Ron suddenly blushed, looking away from the moving picture, asking, “Where are your shirts at?”

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Harry kissed Cedric goodbye, wishing him a safe flight home, and watched him zoom off into the sky waving. He leaned back against the door, sighing in wonder and happiness.

That is until the door opened and he stumbled back into Charlie’s waiting arms.

“Well?” He asked. “Give us the goods, Sister.”

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Present

The sweetest song is silence
That I’ve ever heard
Funny how your feet
In dreams never touch the earth
In a wood full of princes
Freedom is a kiss
But the prince hides his face
From dreams in the mist

--HEART

He was running through a forest that was thick with mist, chasing after a figure whose face was hidden. It was as if the mysterious figure was all over the place, face blurred, lost in shadow.

His heart was pounding in anguish as he tried to grab the figure, only for it to fade away like ashes in the wind. He screamed and took off running after another figure in the distance, only for it to fade away as well.

He fell to his knees beneath a dead tree, screaming, and clawing at the barren earth.

“Show me your face!” He screamed like the glass shattering from a thousand mirrors. “Tell me your name!”

He spotted another figure and scrambled to his feet that were not even touching the ground. The blurred figure stood there, letting him get close, only to turn his face away just before melting into the mist.

He raked and swiped his deadly silver talons at the mist, trying to shred it to pieces. The screams poured from his throat like a raging river rushing to meet the chaotic sea.

He suddenly felt a pair of hands on his back, and they pushed him forward. He cried out, falling into the mist.

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Harry bolted up in the bed, feeling like he had been running for his life. The white sheets fell to the floor and he ran his slender hand through his silky soft hair that seemed to be moving of its own accord.

He didn’t know if that was supposed to be odd or not. Wow, this sure was a strange looking room. Where the hell was he? What the hell was that?

“Excuse me, Sir,” Harry said, getting the figures attention, “Did you just float through that wall?”

The ghost took one look at him and fled for its afterlife.

That caused him to frown. Well, that was rude.

He got to his feet and glided around the room, feet barely touching the ground. Was this normal as well?

“Mr. Potter.” A stern voice said from behind him, causing him to swirl around like a graceful dancer.

There was a stern looking woman looking at him with a very stern look on her face. She did not look happy at all.

“What are you doing out of bed?” She asked, hands on her hips.

“Mr. Potter?” He asked in confusion, walking over to her like a skater on ice. “Is that what I’m called?”

Madam Pomfrey was bewitched by his beautiful voice and his even more stunning looks. Wait! What? He didn’t know his own name?

“Harry.” She said, taking him by a pale glowing arm. “Why don’t you walk back over here and lie down.”

“Harry?” He asked, face a mirror of confusion. “Am I called that as well?”

She nodded her head. “Yes you are. Now, please, lie down for me. There, that’s a good boy.”

Harry looked up at her, eyes like a deep emerald, burning with their own inner light. This lady was nice. He liked her.

“Who are you?” He asked, watching her waving a stick around him. “You’re nice.”

“I am Poppy Pomfrey.” She said, wand aglow with magic. “But you call me Madame Pomfrey.”

Harry nodded. “Poppy? That sounds pretty.”

Madame Pomfrey smiled at him. It looks like that spell and that bump on his head did exactly what Severus had feared. Harry was suffering from complete and total amnesia. Well, at least he wasn’t trying to scream everyone’s brains out their ears, and trying to slash them to pieces. Those had been some wicked silver talons. Normal banshee did not possess those tools of swift death. They just warned of impending death.

“Hey!” Harry snapped in a commanding tone. “Yes, I mean you! Did you just float through that wall?”

It was a different ghost, and she had the same reaction as the first. She took off like a bat out of hell.

Madam Pomfrey blinked.

“Well, my goodness.” Harry said, folding his arms across his chest. “People come and go so quickly here.”

“I want you to stay right here, okay, Harry?” Madame Pomfrey said. “I’m going to go and get someone who needs to see you.”

Harry let out a sigh, suddenly getting agitated. He did not want to lay here on this thingy. He was bored and wanted to figure out what the heck all this stuff was that was in this room. He wanted to know what that stick thingy was. It looked like loads of fun.

He nodded his head. “Okay, Madame Pomfrey.”

She hurried from the room.

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“That is correct.” Dumbledore said to Moody. “I want everything that Harry has of Cedric Diggory’s brought to me at once.”

Moody nodded his head, and left the office.

Dumbledore then turned to the fire. “Yes? What is it, Poppy?”

“It’s Harry, Albus.” She said. “He is awake.”

“Wonderful.” He said, pacing in front of her image. “I must speak with him immediately.”

“Albus, we have a problem.” She said, face looking worried. “He did not even know his own name…and his appearance has become even more ethereal. There will be no hiding this, Albus. I tried my best glamour. They just bounced right off him.”

Dumbledore made a face. “Does he have any idea what he is?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ll be right there then.” He said.

Her face vanished from the flames.

“Severus.” He called into the fire. “Meet me in the Hospital Wing in ten minutes.”

Snape’s face appeared in the flames. “Yes, Headmaster.”

Dumbledore turned away and frowned. His meeting with the Minister had not gone well at all. That stupid old fool was still denying the return of Voldemort, and was demanding that Harry be brought before the Council.

“Albus!” Poppy yelled from the flames. “Harry just slapped a ghost for trying to run away from him…he actually slapped a ghost!”

Dumbledore lifted his long robes up, and raced from the room.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.