Deathly Scream

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter and I'm not making any money here either.

Summary: Harry snaps and his screams can be quite deadly. This fiction will contain slash, language, and violence.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

My mind is spun
I've had enough
Feels like I'm burning down the flames rise up
And I can't tell what's coming next
Feels life is like a game of roulette

-Claire Guerrerso (Ashes)

Potions was not going well for Harry. Professor Snape was standing over him, gazing down with that burning stare. The potion master kept waffling on about stolen gillyweed and other ingredients kept under lock and key were being pilfered. He really wasn't paying him much mind. Snape was the last thing he was worried about.

The Slytherins kept flashing their POTTER STINKS badges at him. Malfoy sitting three chairs away was smirking at him and pointing at his badge. They obviously had nothing better to do.

"POTTER!" Snape roared, bringing a hand down on his desk. "Are you paying attention?"

Harry slowly lifted his eyes up to really look at the older man. The oily pale skin. That greasy black hair. He was disgusted. He showed his disgust by slowly shaking his head.

Snape's eyes flashed. "Ten points from Gryffindor."

Harry shrugged his slender shoulders. There was too much on his mind to care about anything Snape was saying or threatening. The tournament. His godfather. Nightmares. Rita Skeeter and her stupid columns broadcasting his relationship with Cedric to the world.

"Another ten points from Gryffindor for blatant disrespect!" Snape snapped. "Give me that paper, silly girl." He said, snatching the paper from Hermione's hands.

Harry narrowed his eyes when Snape started to read from the column.

How was she getting this information? I had these conversations in private with Cedric in the Prefect's bathroom.

"The love between these two may just be a ploy for Hogwarts to win the tournament. Having two champions makes it so much easier to possibly win. Harry Potter cries and moans about how he's terrified to lose Cedric…really now, Potter? Is this true?"

Harry ran long fingers through his dark locks, struggling to keep his cool. The blood under his glossy skin ran like magma.

"You must really think you're something truly amazing, huh, Potter?" Snape asked.

Harry's lips moved and he was just as shocked as everyone else suddenly looked.

"I am amazing," he spoke. His voice was steady and cold as ice penetrating bone marrow. "I destroyed Voldemort as a baby. Who else can boast such a thing?"

The whole class shuddered when he spoke the name.

"Potter…"

"I blinded and killed a basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets my second year. I can even take you all there and show you its bones because I'm the only one capable of opening the chamber because I can speak snake." He said, rising from his chair. "When Voldemort blasted me with the killing curse, some of his powers transferred to me."

"Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

"NAME ANY OTHER STUDENT WHO HAS DONE SUCH THINGS!" Harry shouted, glass shattering on every student's desk. "I FACED A MURDEROUS DRAGON AND INSANE MERMAIDS! WHAT SLYTHERIN IN THIS ROOM HAS EVER DONE THAT? NOT ONE OF YOU!"

"FIFTY POINTS FOR LIES!" Snape shouted.

Harry laughed. He threw his head back and laughed.

"I'm not lying. Go ahead, Potion Master," The Boy Who Lived snorted, crossing his arms. "Brew up a batch of your Truth Potion. I'll sing like a bird."

Not a sound could be heard.

Snape was trembling.

Harry turned on his green classmates. "Cedric and I are boyfriends. I love him more than anything in this world. If any of you try to do anything to hurt him or blacken his name, I'll make you very sorry."

"POTTER!"

Harry walked right up to Malfoy's desk, smacking his cauldron to the side and shoving all of his ingredients to the floor with a crash. He leaned in and whispered. "And if I so much as see you even think about making direct eye contact with me for the rest of term, I'll find you alone and I'll transfigure you into that ferret like Moody taught me and I'll snap your FUCKING neck."

His green eyes glowed acidic. He could see them reflecting back at him in Malfoy's rather perturbed gaze.

He spun back around. "Well? Are you going to brew the potion?" He gazed at Snape, struggling not to pass out. "Or are we going to go see Dumbledore and I tell him how you harassed me and picked on me for being gay? I have all of these witnesses. Because that's how I feel. That's how you've made me feel and I don't appreciate it. In fact, I am quite offended. An adult picking on a child for being gay. You know what, I may actually send Rita Skeeter an owl and give her an exclusive on the homophobia at Hogwarts. I can see the headline now, HOGWARTS AGAINST GAYS. Oh, oh! Even better! POTION MASTER ATTACKS THE BOY WHO LIVES FOR BEING GAY. No? Okay. TRI-WIZARD CHAMPION HARRY POTTER COMES OUT GAY AND SEVERUS SNAPE MUST BE FIRED. I like that one much better."

Snape literally advanced on him, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and led him from the dungeon.

"You're really going to have to forgive me, Professor," Harry laughed under his breath, being led along. "I'm fourteen and my hormone monster is craaaazy! I know I'm a Leo, but I feel more like a Gemini. Professor Trelawney, crystal balls, and tea leaves, oh my! Hey, Skeeter! I need to speak with you later. I got a scoop!"

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When it was all said and done, Harry had detention every night for three weeks with Professor Snape. Of course, Dumbledore had been furious with Harry's horrible behaviour and Snape had been forced to give back half of the House Points he'd taken from Harry.

A week into it and Malfoy had not so much as looked in Harry's direction. Unfortunately, Harry had been unable to give Rita that scoop. Dumbledore forbade it. No teacher as Hogwarts was homophobic and Harry did know that.

Harry knew Snape wasn't picking on him for being gay. The guy hated him because he was Harry Potter. He hated him because he hated his father. He hated him because he hated his godfather.

Every evening, for two hours, Snape made him scrub the dirtiest cauldrons. Harry didn't even mind it at all. He had said what he'd wanted to say, and he'd gotten his point across. It hadn't been graceful, but one couldn't always go through life with grace. Sometimes you had to stumble while swinging a sledgehammer.

"Did you really not take the gillyweed, Potter?" Snape asked from his desk, where he was grading a stack of papers.

Harry felt shame.

Harry shook his head. "I did not, Professor."

The lie came so easily.

"But you had gillyweed," Snape said, having a few papers float around his head with big angry red slashes through words.

"It was in my room with a note," Harry lied with such stealth. "Once I read the note, it burst into flames."

"And you just plopped it in your mouth?" Snape asked incredulously, shaking his head. "Didn't your parents ever teach you not to…" The man instantly froze.

Harry stiffened, but took quick notice the discomfort and sheer second of instant shame flash and vanish across the older man's face.

Ah! There it is. You do feel other emotion. How about that?

"You may go, Potter," Snape said, waving his hand at him as he continued with his grading.

"I've not finished…" Harry said, wanting to complete the sentence he'd earned. Plus, he wanted to be punished for lying.

Snape looked up at him with a cocked brow.

Harry nodded his head and left him.

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Cedric stood behind Harry with his big arms wrapped around the smaller teen, resting his chin on top of Harry's dark head. The Boy Who Lived was gazing up at the large shrubbery that was being grown with magic. Professor Sprout was looking mightily pleased with herself.

"When this maze is fully grown," she said, placing both hands on her plump hips. "The walls will be as high as twenty men standing on each other's shoulders. So many twists and turns. One could get lost in there for weeks."

"Not to mention all the beasties," Hagrid said, smiling at the other professor. "Boggarts, Blastended Skrewts the size of horses, and so many more. You all need to really practice your charms and spells."

"Will there be a minotaur?" Harry asked.

Hagrid chuckled. "You never know."

Krum and Fleur were looking nervous.

"We'll be more than prepared," Cedric said.

"I need to meet Ron," Krum said, wandering off.

Fleur shook her head. "I need to get my rest then."

Both boys watched her walk away. Harry stood there in Cedric's arms, gazing at the maze growing in size before his very eyes. The very last trial. Somewhere in the heart of this maze would be the prize and an end to this lunacy.

"We're going to do this, Harry," Cedric said, squeezing him and placing a kiss on top of his head.

Harry forced himself to smile.

"How has your detention been?" Cedric asked.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I deserved it for what I did."

Cedric chuckled. "Do you feel better? Hermione told me all about what you said and did."

Harry pulled away and turned around to look up at him. "I meant only some of the things I said. The rest was just hormones and anger."

"You're the kindest, most loving creature I know, Harry," Cedric said, reaching out to hold his smaller hands in his much bigger ones. "You did what you had to do to complete the second trial. A little white lie…"

"Is still a lie," Harry sadly sighed.

Cedric let go of Harry's left hand and reached into his robe. He then placed what he'd pulled out into it.

Gillyweed.

"Give this to Professor Snape and apologize," Cedric said as Harry gazed at it. "You may get punishment added on to your sentence, but at least you will feel better."

Harry gently closed his hand around it and wrapped his arms around Cedric. He pulled back a little, stood on his tiptoes and kissed him.

Cedric held him close as he returned the kiss.

"Thank you," Harry whispered.

Cedric grinned.

"Let's sneak off somewhere and do something fun," Harry said.

Cedric laughed. "I know just the place."

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Modern Day

A cold wind sets, upon my back
The sky is getting full and turning black
I lost my way
When I lost you
I need a moment more, this can't be true

-Claire Guerreso (Ashes)

Descending in a cloud of devouring darkness and the soulless chill of dementor kisses, Harry stood upon scorch blasted asphalt. Swirling veils of starless black silk billowed and snapped about his slender frame as he made his way up the marble steps of the Ministry of Magic. Blasts and streams of magic filled the air as the shrill shrieks of dementors echoed through the haunting fog. Trolls stomped by swinging clubs. Four dragons flew overhead breathing fire as screams filled his pointy ears like song. All dark creatures his wickedness could seduce were rampaging.

He entered the Ministry of Magic and screamed Death. Bodies hit the floor as his heels echoed click clack through the halls. His laughter coated the fallen corpses with frost as he strolled by in a hiss of silk.

Wind roared at him as he descended leagues through darkness and spinning stars. Shimmering orbs of light filled his eyes and the voices of those beyond whispered to him as he stood in that sunken pit, before the raised dais, where The Veil stood.

Harry…

Holding out his arms, his eyes began to glow. The golden chalice floated before him. It contained the boiling blood of his enemy, the blood of innocence, the bone of Cedric's father, his tears, and the last thing he added was to be Cedric's ring.

He broke the chain from around his neck and held the ring close to his heart. He brought it slowly to his lips and kissed it. Holding out his hand, he dropped it into the chalice. The golden chalice now looked as if it contained liquid starlight.

Harry raised his arms high over his head and began to speak in a fluidity of languages. It was Latin, Arabic, French, Gaelic, Egyptian, Sumerian, Greek, Spanish. All manner of languages because DEATH spoke every tongue. His voice was musical, dark, abominable.

He called to Cedric. The glowing orbs around The Veil seemed to multiply and looked as if they were caught up in a strong wind. They were spinning around The Veil as if it were the sun.

The chalice before him began to crack and shatter. It exploded before him and all particles froze and were being conjoined back together into a single object.

His hands moved in archaic gestures, moulding, shaping the material between them. His voice and gestures causing the whole giant chamber to quake. The floor beneath his feet cracked and still he sang his spell.

Walking towards The Veil, a powerful wind moved against him. His silk flapped around him like great black wings. Still he moved towards the veil, each step like trudging through a swamp and the ground cracking beneath his heels. A large glowing silver hand reached from that arch and Harry steps became quicker. He held out his hand, reaching for Cedric.

"I'm here!" Harry called, reaching for his hand. "I'm here!"

All he had to do was pull Cedric from The Veil and place this ring on his finger and he'd be free.

"EXPULSO!"

Five voices shouted at once.

The blast hit Harry so hard it propelled him head over heels backwards. He crashed into the floor with a smack powerful enough to shatter every bone in his body had he still been mortal. The ring had flown from his hand and bounced along the ground. A loud crash filled his ears. Lifting his head, he shook it with a reptile snarl, and turned it aside and his green eyes widened in sheer horror. His mouth was open in a silent scream.

He couldn't believe what he was looking at.

No…

All that was left of The Veil was a smoking crater where a large piece of ceiling had fallen and smashed it. It was destroyed.

He sat in the smoke and rubble. Emotion after emotion raged through his brain.

An enchanted breeze cleared the smoke away and Dumbledore stood before him. Harry's lips pulled back in a feral snarl, revealing nightmare teeth.

"You," Harry seethed, rising to his feet. "You can never leave anything alone."

Dumbledore's wand was ready.

His eyes saw Ron, Charlie, Hermione, Sirius, and…the minister…

Betrayal. Utter betrayal.

Harry stumbled. "Ced…" His eyes searched for the ring. Holding out his hand, his tears called to it. The ring flew to him. He snatched it out of the air and hid it in the folds of his ever-moving robes.

"Why?" Harry asked, chest tight, tears streaming. "WHY?! I nearly had him!"

"Shadows, Harry." Dumbledore said. "That wasn't Cedric."

Everything about Harry seemed to pull in on itself. A serpent about to strike out of absolute rage.

"You took him from me," Harry whispered. "Just like Voldemort."

Cedric's hand was reaching for him. He had almost had him.

"YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME!" Harry yelled, rising up into the air. A dark star floating before them.

"Get ready should he scream," Sirius yelled.

Wands were on him.

Harry threw his head back and laughed.

"I'm not going to scream," he promised, hands growing into long razor-sharp talons before their eyes. "I'm going to TEAR YOU APART!"

He launched himself at Dumbledore.

"SEPULCRUM TEMPORIS!"

Harry was frozen. Talons a mere inch from striking Dumbledore's face off. A nightmare before his eyes. Harry seemed to waver and got staticky, like a television unable to gather a strong signal. A loud pop sound and Harry was gone.

Dumbledore fell to his knees.

The others made their way over to him.

"Where did he go?" Hermione asked.

Ron nodded. "Where did you send him?"

Dumbledore had to catch his breath. "The Tomb of Time."

Fudge stomped his foot. "YOU FOOL! You sent…you mean to tell me you sent THAT…THAT THING to the one place…"

Hermione silenced him with a charm.

Fudge looked ready to stroke out of this life.

Charlie stepped forward. "The only place where time can be…"

Dumbledore rose to his feet with the help of Sirius. "He may have slaughtered a unicorn, but that is still Harry Potter."

"He murdered people, Albus," Sirius said, shaking his head. "Innocent people up there. People with families and love. He destroyed that."

"Nothing to be done now," Dumbledore said. "If Harry is truly lost…there will be no escaping the tomb. He'll be lost."

He staggered.

"We must now pick up the pieces and plan our next steps in this battle."

Dumbledore drew in a deep breath, standing on his own. He had just paid a hefty price casting that spell. He had just shortened his own years.

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The tomb was forever suspended outside the natural flow of time.

It was a room. A very large room. It had a floor, four walls, and a very high ceiling.

The tomb was made from precious lapis and the sunken pool at its centre was carved from the purest vein of moonstone. Above the pool floated an infinity symbol carved from radiant platinum. The pool itself held the precious blood of a moon divinity.

Liquid time.

A single second felt like a millennium. Harry had raged and attacked every wall for a thousand years. He had screamed and screamed and screamed for a thousand more.

He sat before the pool sobbing and moaning for an epoch gazing at the ring. That single moment playing out in his mind over and over, driving him even more insane. He rose to his feet screaming again and again.

Kill the spare.

That sinister voice echoed for a hundred years.

That terrible green light. The heavy thud of Cedric's body. Turning to see him spread eagle on the ground. Eyes open. Empty. Surprise on his greying face.

He grabbed his head, pulling at his impossibly long locks and screamed again. He took a step back and stumbled, falling over backwards into the pool without so much as making a splash.

He never rose to that impeccably calm surface.

It was as if he'd never been there at all.

To Be Continued…