Freddy VS Harry
George Smillie
(A.N. This story isn't in chapters...YET. I probably will. This story doesnt make much sense right now. I recently finished reading the new Harry Potter book and was watching "A Nightmare On Elm Street 3" last night so i'm in an unusual frame of mind. Basically Harry's life doesnt really correspond with anything thats happened in the books, and neither does Freddy's. But enjoy!)
"Sorry, kid. I don't believe in fairy tales!" - Freddy Krueger
Number Four, Privet Drive...
Harry yawned and stretched out his arms tiredly. He collapsed on to the dirty matress and nestled his head as deep as he could in to the pillow (which smelled of rotting kippers I might hasten to add). His eyes drooping, he slipped two fingers through the bars of his owl, Hedwig's, cage. Hedwig nipped Harry's fingers affectionatly, before he withdrew them and shut his eyes.
"G'night Hedwigh." The owl cooed in reply. Without opening his eyes, Harry felt his way to the window, opened it, and allowed the cool air to wash over him like gentle waves of water...
Harry's eyes snapped open and he looked around wildly. The air was noticeably hotter, like an oven. Where ever he was, the room was a dark shade of red. The sound of rattling chains was ringing clearly in Harry's ears. He looked upwards, to see a mass of pipes slinking along the roof like an infinitley long snake.
"Hedwig?" Harry whispered. Instead of a gentle cooeing, as Harry expected, a shrill shreak screamed in to his ears. A cry of horror. He turned to his right to see Hedwig, her coat and body completly melted on the bottom of the cage in a pool of flesh and blood. Her skeleton had been raveged by parasites and maggots. An awful side. Immediatly, Harry shut his eyes tight, praying that when he opened them again, he'd at least be back in Privet Drive, let alone Hogwarts. Harry's eyes snapped open again when a deep, sinister laughter echoed around the room. He looked straight ahead. He was standing on a metal catwalk, which led to huge, monstrous machinery. Boilers...He walked steadily along the catwalk, towards a point where two boilers faced eachother symetrically. Suddenly, the two boilers burst in to flame, causing Harry to jump back in fright. Slowly, clouds of hot gas where leaking from where the boilers originally were. The sound of the escaping gas was deafening, but all through this, Harry was certain he could here something...obscure...Like a lamb...Then, lo and behold, a baby lamb wandered through the steam, and walked along a catwalk to the left of Harry. The lamb 'baaaad' softly, but when it dissapeared in to the mist, the sound changed. The lamb's cries became shrill and urgent, until there was the sound of slicing, like when a butcher cuts meat. The lamb's cries fell silent. Then, Harry burst in to action. He should have known! "Voldemort!" Silence. "Come out here and face me!" Harry had beaten Voldemort before, he couldn't let fear overcome him. It would make him a perfect target for the Dark Lord. An eerie calm settled over the boiler room. The calm was shortly destroyed with the sound of screeching metal, like knives on a chalkboard. Then, the gutteral laughter Harry had heard before.
"Voldemort? Amateur!" The voice was full of perverted, evil laughter. Whoever was speaking, Harry could tell he was enjoying himself. "C'mon kid! Give me some credit! I come out here and give you the Elm Street classic, and you blow me off like some Dark Lord who thinks he's Satan's Gift to evil after he kills a couple hundred people? I've been iin this buissness for a long time...Ha ha..." That horrible laughter...
"Who are you?" The miist began to clear.
"Hey, Harry...Want to exchange scars? Ha!" Through the mist, stepped a man in grubby black trousers, a diirty red and green sweater, wearing a battered fedora. As he walked in to the light, Harry saw his face. It was a mass of burns, scars and cuts.
"Who are you?!" Harry shouted across the room. A smile flashed across the man's face, revealing grusome, yellow and black teeth.
"Freddy's the name! And I know you Mr Harry Potter..." The man raised up his right hand in greeting. Harry gasped. On his right hand wore a torn glove, with sharp metallic bladesticking out of the end. "Hey Harry, watch this..." What Harry saw next made him want to vomit. Freddy lifted up his sweater, and flicked up one of his finger blades. Slowly, but laughing all the while, he slitted open his stomach. Thousands of maggots slipped out on to the hot boiler room floor in a pool of blood. "Abra cadabra!" Freddy lifted up his head high and laughed long and loud. Slowly, but with growing pace, the maggots began to melt together and started to form two horribly familiar shapes...
"What..." Harry cried softly. The two shapes became more intricate. The hair, the face, the body. It was all perfect. Harry's parents, James and Lily Potter stood in front of him, the horrific figure of Freddy behind them, an evil grin on his face. A horrible feeling overtook Harry. He knew they were dead. Voldemort killed them both. They couldn't be here. Not now. But still, Harry was desperate to get them away from this...creature.
"So Harry, which of your folks bought it first?" Was it 'ikkle mommy?" James and Lily stood motionless, contented smiiles on their faces.
"NO!" Shouted Harry. "Get away from them!" Freddy grinned.
"Then I suppose it must've been daddykins!" He turned so that he was facing James and took his entire face in the gloved hand. Harry struggled to get to his parents, but to his horror he found he couldn't move. Looking down at the ground, he saw his feet melting in to the catwalk, meltiing...
"Mum! Dad!" Cried Harry.
"Say goodnight, Gracie!" In a horrible mixture of rage and laughter, Freddy dug his knives into James forehead. It was only then that the scene came to life. Lily screamed in horror as James grabbed blindly for his attacker as blood poured from his face. As Freddy dug deeper and deeper in to James' face, his face creased with annoyance at Lily's screams. When James became motionless, Freddy dropped him, a crumpled mess of blood and skin. He turned to Lily.
"Please...Not Mum..." Freddy leaned in close to Lily's face. She screamed even louder.
"Shut up, bitch!" Freddy roared and sunk his blades in to Lily's ribs. She moaned, then collapsed in to Freddy's arns. "Mommy looks tired...Let's put her to bed." Effortlessly, Freddy threw Lily off the catwalk to the ground below. Laughing, Freddy stepped towards Harry, his blades screeching against the metal walkway. "Harry, you know what i'm going to do?" Freddy was now so close to him, Harry could taste his foul breath.
"What?" Harry winced. Freddy flicked up his claws and brought one of them right up to Harry's eyes.
"I'm going to kill you...But i'm not going to stop there...I'm going to kill them all...Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore...No ones safe from Freddy!" In triumph, Freddy raised his hand and bared down on Harry.
"Nooo!" Harry snapped upwards, not daring to open his eyes, not wanting to see that face...That burnt face. Slowly, he opened them. But there was no boiler room, no dead parents, no...Freddy?
George Smillie
(A.N. This story isn't in chapters...YET. I probably will. This story doesnt make much sense right now. I recently finished reading the new Harry Potter book and was watching "A Nightmare On Elm Street 3" last night so i'm in an unusual frame of mind. Basically Harry's life doesnt really correspond with anything thats happened in the books, and neither does Freddy's. But enjoy!)
"Sorry, kid. I don't believe in fairy tales!" - Freddy Krueger
Number Four, Privet Drive...
Harry yawned and stretched out his arms tiredly. He collapsed on to the dirty matress and nestled his head as deep as he could in to the pillow (which smelled of rotting kippers I might hasten to add). His eyes drooping, he slipped two fingers through the bars of his owl, Hedwig's, cage. Hedwig nipped Harry's fingers affectionatly, before he withdrew them and shut his eyes.
"G'night Hedwigh." The owl cooed in reply. Without opening his eyes, Harry felt his way to the window, opened it, and allowed the cool air to wash over him like gentle waves of water...
Harry's eyes snapped open and he looked around wildly. The air was noticeably hotter, like an oven. Where ever he was, the room was a dark shade of red. The sound of rattling chains was ringing clearly in Harry's ears. He looked upwards, to see a mass of pipes slinking along the roof like an infinitley long snake.
"Hedwig?" Harry whispered. Instead of a gentle cooeing, as Harry expected, a shrill shreak screamed in to his ears. A cry of horror. He turned to his right to see Hedwig, her coat and body completly melted on the bottom of the cage in a pool of flesh and blood. Her skeleton had been raveged by parasites and maggots. An awful side. Immediatly, Harry shut his eyes tight, praying that when he opened them again, he'd at least be back in Privet Drive, let alone Hogwarts. Harry's eyes snapped open again when a deep, sinister laughter echoed around the room. He looked straight ahead. He was standing on a metal catwalk, which led to huge, monstrous machinery. Boilers...He walked steadily along the catwalk, towards a point where two boilers faced eachother symetrically. Suddenly, the two boilers burst in to flame, causing Harry to jump back in fright. Slowly, clouds of hot gas where leaking from where the boilers originally were. The sound of the escaping gas was deafening, but all through this, Harry was certain he could here something...obscure...Like a lamb...Then, lo and behold, a baby lamb wandered through the steam, and walked along a catwalk to the left of Harry. The lamb 'baaaad' softly, but when it dissapeared in to the mist, the sound changed. The lamb's cries became shrill and urgent, until there was the sound of slicing, like when a butcher cuts meat. The lamb's cries fell silent. Then, Harry burst in to action. He should have known! "Voldemort!" Silence. "Come out here and face me!" Harry had beaten Voldemort before, he couldn't let fear overcome him. It would make him a perfect target for the Dark Lord. An eerie calm settled over the boiler room. The calm was shortly destroyed with the sound of screeching metal, like knives on a chalkboard. Then, the gutteral laughter Harry had heard before.
"Voldemort? Amateur!" The voice was full of perverted, evil laughter. Whoever was speaking, Harry could tell he was enjoying himself. "C'mon kid! Give me some credit! I come out here and give you the Elm Street classic, and you blow me off like some Dark Lord who thinks he's Satan's Gift to evil after he kills a couple hundred people? I've been iin this buissness for a long time...Ha ha..." That horrible laughter...
"Who are you?" The miist began to clear.
"Hey, Harry...Want to exchange scars? Ha!" Through the mist, stepped a man in grubby black trousers, a diirty red and green sweater, wearing a battered fedora. As he walked in to the light, Harry saw his face. It was a mass of burns, scars and cuts.
"Who are you?!" Harry shouted across the room. A smile flashed across the man's face, revealing grusome, yellow and black teeth.
"Freddy's the name! And I know you Mr Harry Potter..." The man raised up his right hand in greeting. Harry gasped. On his right hand wore a torn glove, with sharp metallic bladesticking out of the end. "Hey Harry, watch this..." What Harry saw next made him want to vomit. Freddy lifted up his sweater, and flicked up one of his finger blades. Slowly, but laughing all the while, he slitted open his stomach. Thousands of maggots slipped out on to the hot boiler room floor in a pool of blood. "Abra cadabra!" Freddy lifted up his head high and laughed long and loud. Slowly, but with growing pace, the maggots began to melt together and started to form two horribly familiar shapes...
"What..." Harry cried softly. The two shapes became more intricate. The hair, the face, the body. It was all perfect. Harry's parents, James and Lily Potter stood in front of him, the horrific figure of Freddy behind them, an evil grin on his face. A horrible feeling overtook Harry. He knew they were dead. Voldemort killed them both. They couldn't be here. Not now. But still, Harry was desperate to get them away from this...creature.
"So Harry, which of your folks bought it first?" Was it 'ikkle mommy?" James and Lily stood motionless, contented smiiles on their faces.
"NO!" Shouted Harry. "Get away from them!" Freddy grinned.
"Then I suppose it must've been daddykins!" He turned so that he was facing James and took his entire face in the gloved hand. Harry struggled to get to his parents, but to his horror he found he couldn't move. Looking down at the ground, he saw his feet melting in to the catwalk, meltiing...
"Mum! Dad!" Cried Harry.
"Say goodnight, Gracie!" In a horrible mixture of rage and laughter, Freddy dug his knives into James forehead. It was only then that the scene came to life. Lily screamed in horror as James grabbed blindly for his attacker as blood poured from his face. As Freddy dug deeper and deeper in to James' face, his face creased with annoyance at Lily's screams. When James became motionless, Freddy dropped him, a crumpled mess of blood and skin. He turned to Lily.
"Please...Not Mum..." Freddy leaned in close to Lily's face. She screamed even louder.
"Shut up, bitch!" Freddy roared and sunk his blades in to Lily's ribs. She moaned, then collapsed in to Freddy's arns. "Mommy looks tired...Let's put her to bed." Effortlessly, Freddy threw Lily off the catwalk to the ground below. Laughing, Freddy stepped towards Harry, his blades screeching against the metal walkway. "Harry, you know what i'm going to do?" Freddy was now so close to him, Harry could taste his foul breath.
"What?" Harry winced. Freddy flicked up his claws and brought one of them right up to Harry's eyes.
"I'm going to kill you...But i'm not going to stop there...I'm going to kill them all...Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore...No ones safe from Freddy!" In triumph, Freddy raised his hand and bared down on Harry.
"Nooo!" Harry snapped upwards, not daring to open his eyes, not wanting to see that face...That burnt face. Slowly, he opened them. But there was no boiler room, no dead parents, no...Freddy?