Blood and Rose Petals
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Cedric
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,632
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Blood and Rose Petals
Blood and Rose Petals
Flora Winters
I do not own anything that has to do with Harry Potter.
Summary: He was infected and the killing curse only brought him over quicker. MM, Lang.
Prologue
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, the one with the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, was slowly starting to think that he was going insane. His dreams were filled with blood and the scent of fragrant roses. He could see his lover, skin shining like a pale star, dressed only in slithering shadows, giant bat like wings protruding from his back.
He would wake up in the middle of the night, hearing the fluttering of massive wings, and the smell of roses permeated his bedroom. Sweat would be covering his body, and his unruly dark hair would be matted to his forehead. His breath would be ragged, as if he had been running some kind of a marathon.
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“What happened to Cedric in that graveyard must have been terrible, Harry.” Professor Moody said to him, quickly starting to make some tea.
Harry had just stood there, looking at his professor. He had not said a goddamned word about any graveyard. How the fuck had he known about the graveyard?
Something inside of him snapped like a bitches’ wand. He raced across the room and threw himself onto the bastard’s back, screaming at the top of his lungs.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! How did you know about the graveyard? Was it you? Were you the one who made the cup a portkey? Were you? Answer me! Answer me you goddamned son of a bitch! I’ll fucking kill you!”
He dug his fingers into Moody’s face, scratching him all to hell. He punched, and he slapped, trying to get at his eyes. He was going to rip his fucking eyes out.
Moody threw him off and Harry raced for the sword that was hanging on the wall. He lifted it up and, turning around at the man that his wand pointed right at him.
He didn’t care. He was going to fucking kill this bastard for luring his Cedric to his death.
He screamed at the top of his lungs as he raced at Moody with the sword only for the door to be blasted open. The force of it knocked him down, and Moody suddenly found himself in chains.
Strong arms were suddenly around Harry and he screamed and kicked.
“Let me go! He has to die! He made Cedric die! Let me go! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you! Let me go! He has to die! He made the cup a portkey that took us to Voldemort! Let me go! Let me the fuck go!”
“Calm yourself, Mr. Potter.” A silky voice hissed, holding him even tighter.
Harry screamed at the top his lungs, clawing, scratching, kicking, trying to get at the bastard. He saw the blood dripping from Moody’s changing face, and he wanted more. He wanted to see that bastard bleed.
Professor Moody turned out not to be Professor Moody at all. It was Barty Crouch Jr. He had been using Polyjuice Potion.
Harry was panting for breath as two people lead the bastard from the room.
“I’ll kill you!” Harry screamed. “You think you fear the mercy of that Half Blooded Bitch…just you wait until you face my mercy! I’ll make that snake faced bastard’s horrors look like a picnic down by the lake!”
Barty only slithered his tongue at Harry.
Harry threw his head back and he howled with laughter. “Laugh all you want! You’re dead! Do you hear me? You’re dead! I’ll make the dementors look like loving angels sent by God Herself!”
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He got to his feet and made his way over to look out his window. Maybe it had been Hedwig’s wings he had heard?
He looked over at her in her cage and sighed. She looked to be asleep. Maybe she had flapped them in her dreams? Maybe she was chasing a rat or a squirrel?
That had to be it. He turned back to his bed and froze.
He could see blood red rose petals all over and around his bed. He took a trembling step forward and they vanished in a fragrant breeze, leaving him misty eyed.
He fell to his knees, over onto his side, and curled up into a tight ball.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Flora Winters
I do not own anything that has to do with Harry Potter.
Summary: He was infected and the killing curse only brought him over quicker. MM, Lang.
Prologue
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, the one with the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, was slowly starting to think that he was going insane. His dreams were filled with blood and the scent of fragrant roses. He could see his lover, skin shining like a pale star, dressed only in slithering shadows, giant bat like wings protruding from his back.
He would wake up in the middle of the night, hearing the fluttering of massive wings, and the smell of roses permeated his bedroom. Sweat would be covering his body, and his unruly dark hair would be matted to his forehead. His breath would be ragged, as if he had been running some kind of a marathon.
**************
“What happened to Cedric in that graveyard must have been terrible, Harry.” Professor Moody said to him, quickly starting to make some tea.
Harry had just stood there, looking at his professor. He had not said a goddamned word about any graveyard. How the fuck had he known about the graveyard?
Something inside of him snapped like a bitches’ wand. He raced across the room and threw himself onto the bastard’s back, screaming at the top of his lungs.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! How did you know about the graveyard? Was it you? Were you the one who made the cup a portkey? Were you? Answer me! Answer me you goddamned son of a bitch! I’ll fucking kill you!”
He dug his fingers into Moody’s face, scratching him all to hell. He punched, and he slapped, trying to get at his eyes. He was going to rip his fucking eyes out.
Moody threw him off and Harry raced for the sword that was hanging on the wall. He lifted it up and, turning around at the man that his wand pointed right at him.
He didn’t care. He was going to fucking kill this bastard for luring his Cedric to his death.
He screamed at the top of his lungs as he raced at Moody with the sword only for the door to be blasted open. The force of it knocked him down, and Moody suddenly found himself in chains.
Strong arms were suddenly around Harry and he screamed and kicked.
“Let me go! He has to die! He made Cedric die! Let me go! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you! Let me go! He has to die! He made the cup a portkey that took us to Voldemort! Let me go! Let me the fuck go!”
“Calm yourself, Mr. Potter.” A silky voice hissed, holding him even tighter.
Harry screamed at the top his lungs, clawing, scratching, kicking, trying to get at the bastard. He saw the blood dripping from Moody’s changing face, and he wanted more. He wanted to see that bastard bleed.
Professor Moody turned out not to be Professor Moody at all. It was Barty Crouch Jr. He had been using Polyjuice Potion.
Harry was panting for breath as two people lead the bastard from the room.
“I’ll kill you!” Harry screamed. “You think you fear the mercy of that Half Blooded Bitch…just you wait until you face my mercy! I’ll make that snake faced bastard’s horrors look like a picnic down by the lake!”
Barty only slithered his tongue at Harry.
Harry threw his head back and he howled with laughter. “Laugh all you want! You’re dead! Do you hear me? You’re dead! I’ll make the dementors look like loving angels sent by God Herself!”
****************
He got to his feet and made his way over to look out his window. Maybe it had been Hedwig’s wings he had heard?
He looked over at her in her cage and sighed. She looked to be asleep. Maybe she had flapped them in her dreams? Maybe she was chasing a rat or a squirrel?
That had to be it. He turned back to his bed and froze.
He could see blood red rose petals all over and around his bed. He took a trembling step forward and they vanished in a fragrant breeze, leaving him misty eyed.
He fell to his knees, over onto his side, and curled up into a tight ball.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.