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 Eight

It was storming the morning everyone was getting ready to leave for the Hogwarts Express. The hard rain was hitting the glass windowpanes like tiny bombs. Even the wind was howling like an angry banshee as lightning split the dark clouds in the chaotic sky outside.

Harry quickly put on an old pair of jeans and a red sweatshirt. He did not want to get his good clothes wet or ruined by this awful weather.

He made sure that he was careful with his new dress robes. They had cost him a pretty Galleon, and he did not want them ruined. Apparently they were going to be important for this year. So, he packed them with extra care.

He walked down the steps and made his way to the rowdy breakfast table to see Mr. Weasley talking to Mr. Diggory’s head in the fireplace. The kind man was going on about please-men, a rude garbage can, and some crazy character named Moody.

“All packed then, Harry?” Mrs. Weasley asked, handing him a plate. “We’ll be leaving within the hour dear, so do eat lots.”

He nodded his head, taking the pate of food from her with a big smile. She made the best meals ever.

Bill was already gone. He had to report in for work. The goblins had been in an uproar. Apparently a fair amount of money had gone missing from a client’s account, and the curses were flying all over the place.

Charlie got to his feet, saying that he was going to load up the cars, and the twins offered to help. He took them up on their offer, knowing that they did not want mother to catch them with their Wheezes.

Ron had fallen asleep at the table and Crookshanks was lapping at his milk. The cat looked to be in high spirits. He often went crazy when it rained.

Hermione and Ginny seemed to have gotten closer over the break. It made him happy. It was nice to see Hermione getting closer to other people.

Mr. Diggory was talking a million miles a second to Mr. Weasley, suddenly asking if Harry was there. Apparently Cedric was having a conniption, wanting to know if Harry would be on the train.

“Of course Harry will be on the train.” Mr. Weasley said. “Why would he not be?”

“That crazy boy of mine is afraid that Harry might do something funny and fly another car into the Whomping Willow like he did last year.” Mr. Diggory whispered. “To tell you the truth, Arthur, it made me like the boy even more. He has spirit.”

Harry’s face went pink. He had been trying to forget about that. Apparently nobody else was ever going to allow him to. What had he and Ron been thinking?

Ron bolted up. “I did the flying! Harry did the falling out and the screaming!”

A loud shout came from within the fire, causing Mr. Diggory to make a face. It sounded a lot like, WHAT??!

Had that been Cedric?

Mr. Diggory’s face had a smile on it and then it turned serious once more. “They need us to come as quickly as we can, Arthur. They say the poor man is a wreck.”

Amos Diggory’s face vanished from the flames and Mr. Weasley turned to his wife. “Sorry about this, Molly.”

She kissed him on the cheek and he told everyone to have a good year and to stay out of trouble before vanishing into the green flames.

“Ready?” Charlie asked from the door, soaking wet. He had a huge grin on his face. This year at Hogwarts was going to be super exciting.

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Harry walked through the enchanted wall that took him directly to platform nine and three-quarters. He wondered how he was ever going to find Cedric in this ruckus. Students and parents were all over the place.

All of them loaded on their trunks and hopped back down to say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, and Charlie. Harry gave the both of them the biggest hugs ever. They had given him a summer he would never ever want to forget.

Charlie gave him a small peck on the cheek, telling him to have a great year. It was going to be an exciting one at that.

Mrs. Weasley was begging the twins to behave themselves and to study hard. She did not want them to be messing with those Wheezes anymore. She told them if they dared to shame the family name, she’d clean their room.

The two of them simply looked at her in horror. She had that look of, one toe out of line, too. They told her that they would try their best and ran off laughing.

She shook her head. Those two were going to make her as loony as the Lovegoods. They were such kind hearted people, too.

“You all have a safe and happy year at school.” She said, waving them off with Charlie.

Harry took one last look at the both of them, gave them both a big smile, and boarded the big red steam engine. They all followed after Hermione who was looking for an empty box. They all had their dress robes and familiars in hand.

Little Pig did not know how to shut up and Ron threw his old maroon robes over his cage to muffle the annoying hoots. Harry felt sorry for Pig. He was just young and excited. He looked at Hedwig to see that even she was annoyed with the little hooter as well.

All of them stepped into an empty compartment, rain splattering the windows. Harry wondered where Cedric could be at. This storm did not look like it was going to be letting up anytime soon.

Ron was snarling at Pig, demanding him to be quiet. It was not working out at all like he had planned. Hedwig was asleep.

“I wonder what Charlie meant by this was going to be an exciting year at Hogwarts?” Harry asked, smiling at them all. “Every year at Hogwarts is exciting…”

Ginny took a seat by the window and Hermione told them all to shush it. She pointed to the compartment next to theirs. They could all hear a very annoying voice. It was Malfoy going on about how great he was.

He was talking about how his father had considered sending him to a place called Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts. He insulted Dumbledore, and talked about how loving Mudbloods was pathetic. His mother had not wanted him to go to a school that was so far away from home.

Durmstrang was all about teaching their students the Dark Arts, as well as defending against them.

Hermione could only snort. That little pansy wouldn’t last five minutes at that school. He would piss himself and cry for his mommy the minute he got his hands dirty. The boys who went to that school were tough as nails, and did not put up with bullshit.

“What’s a Durmstrang?” Harry asked, not really catching the whole conversation. He had this whole selective hearing thing going on when it came to Malfoy speaking. Whenever the cow opened his mouth to speak, he just imagined Malfoy mooing and eating grass.

“Durmstrang is a wizard school, Harry.” A smoky voice came at the door and it slid open. “And it has a very bad reputation, too.”

Harry’s eyes lit up. It was Cedric and he was with Cho Chang. She looked very pretty in her robes, and Cedric looked hot as fire.

Everyone in the compartment took notice of Harry, even Cho. Harry simply glowed like a candle in Cedric’s presence.

“Harry.” Cho smiled, stepping into the compartment with the taller boy. “Cedric told me the good news. I’m so happy.”

Harry beamed.

“Mind if we hide out with you all?” Cedric asked, toeing the ground, pretending to be all shy and bashful.

Cho closed the door and Harry rolled his eyes. He got to his feet and hugged him.

“Flying car?” Harry asked with a cocked brow.

“Well, it’s raining.” Cedric said a little pink in the face. “I was afraid that you might have a flat and be caught in the storm.”

Harry shook his head and Cedric followed him over to set down beside him and Ron. Cedric told them how he thought he was never going to get away from everybody.

He smiled over at Cho who was sitting with the other girls. “But Cho always knows how to get me away from them.”

“How is that?” Harry asked, looking up at him.

Cedric leaned down and whispered into his ear. The girls giggled when Harry blushed furiously.

“You didn’t!” Harry gasped, looking at Cho in humor. “Blue or pink?”

She put a finger to her mouth. “Out little secret, Harry.”

“Where is this Durmstrang at anyway?” Ron asked, not wanting to discuss female issues.

“Nobody knows.” Hermione said. “But I’m thinking that it has to be somewhere in the North, seeing as how they wear fur and all that.”

“What do you mean nobody knows?” Ron asked. “The place has to be as big as Hogwarts. You can’t hide something that big.”

Hermione explained to him about all the spells and enchantments that were on Hogwarts that kept it hidden from muggle sight. A muggle will only see an old ruin with lots of signs telling them how dangerous and unstable the area was.

There was also a third wizard school called Beauxbatons. It was a school just for girls like Durmstrang was just for guys. The school was hidden as well. The three schools had secrets that they didn’t want the others to possess.

“It is all a bunch of politics and all that Jazz.” Hermione said, looking to see that Ginny had fallen asleep. She must still be dead tired.

“Such a pity that Malfoy didn’t go.” Ron said, stars all in his eyes. “Someone could just push him off a glacier and enjoy hearing him scream as he fell.”

Cho made a face. “Draco is an ass, but he doesn’t deserve that, Ron.”

Ron cocked a brow at her. “Try me.”

Cedric put an arm around Harry and playfully punched Ron in the shoulder. “She has such a good heart.”

The lunch trolly finally decided to roll in for a stop and Harry bought tons of goodies for everybody. He had a bit of a sweet tooth and Cedric loved it.

Ron, for some odd reason, could not seem to stop watching Cedric and Harry. The two of them looked so comfortable and happy tossing candies into each others mouths.

He looked over to see that Hermione was running her fingers through Ginny’s pretty red hair. His sister was still asleep. It was funny how she was the only girl in the family.

Cho was reading some kind of a magazine, giggling to herself. She seemed to be completely enthralled by it.

He leaned back against his headrest, closing his eyes. What had Charile meant by an exciting school year? Why was that idiot Malfoy going on about a school that nobody knew the location of?

Cedric tossed a pretty blue jellybean at Harry’s mouth and he caught it with his tongue. He snorted when Harry made a terrible face in disgust.

“What kind was that one?” Cedric asked, wondering if he wanted to even know.

Harry stuck out his tongue, scrunching up his face. “I think it was sea salt.”

Cedric opened his mouth and caught the pretty pink one on his tongue and chewed. He gave Harry a big grin, telling him that it was strawberry.

Harry rolled his eyes. That was so not fair. Why was he only getting only the nasty ones? Was Cedric somehow cheating?

Just then the compartment door swung open and a disgruntled Ravenclaw Prefect ran in. She bent over, hands on her knees, panting for breath. She looked up, finding the man she had been looking all over for.

“Cedric, I need you!” She said, hand on her racing heart. “Oh, gods, I’m so working out this year. Anyway, I need you. Apparently there was a bad batch of chocolate frogs and students are ill.”

Ron hid his smile. Fred and George were so up to that. He had been helping them make some of their Wheezes, only for the explosion to make his ears grow to the size of an elephants.

Ginny had not even woken up. She was still sleeping soundly. The girl was a very deep sleeper.

Harry watched in shock as Cedric pulled out a golden Prefect badge, pinning it to the front of his robes. His jaw hit the floor hard enough to bruise.

“I’m right behind you, Ami.” He said, giving Harry’s hand a gentle squeeze, before racing from the compartment with her.

“Oh, that’s right!” Cho giggled, loving Harry’s reaction. He was so cute. “You’re boyfriend’s a Prefect.”

Harry just looked at her. “Why didn’t he say anything? That is a huge honor. I could have gotten him a present or something.”

“He was a little embarrassed by it, really.” She said, laughing. “He’s heard rumors about how you simply love breaking school rules, and he didn’t want you to think of him like Ron’s older brother, Percy.”

Harry blushed. He did not like to break school rules. Things just happened.

Ron snorted. “Nobody can even hope to aspire to Percy’s pedestal of King Pompous Ass.”

“Did you enjoy the World Cup, Weasley?” An annoying voice asked. “How were those top box seats that you’ll never hope to set in again?”

Cho saw Ron’s left eye twitch.

“Except for maybe him,” Ron said, turning to see Malfoy standing at the door with his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.

Harry just lowered his head and sighed. This train ride had been going so well, too. Why did all good things have to come to an end? What the hell did this idiot want?

Cho looked from Malfoy to Ron’s red face. “Hmm, I see what you mean, Ron.”

Malfoy made a face as the girl walked by him. “What point is that?”

Ron snorted. “That you’re the biggest idiot in all the school.”

Malfoy’s nostrils flared in outrage. “How dare you insult me? Just look at your sister all cuddled up next to that filthy Mudblood!”

Ginny’s eyes snapped open.

Ron’s face went scarlet and he shouted. “Don’t you dare call her that, you rat faced little bitch!”

“Ron!” Harry shouted, getting everyone’s attention. “Don’t let him gall you into a fight. That’s all he’s looking for right now.”

“Ah, Potter.” Draco smiled, twisting his pretty face into an ugly sneer. “I didn’t even recognize you. Did you let your hair grow?”

Harry nodded his head, asking. “What is it that you want?”

Draco cocked his head to the side. “No snappy comeback, Potter?”

Harry shook his head. He was so tired of these petty games. “What do you want?”

“Are you going to enter so you can get the chance to show off how great you are?” Draco asked him with molten scorn.

“Enter what?” Hermione asked.

“I didn’t ask you, Mudblood!” Draco snapped. “I’m asking Scarhead!”

Hermione’s eyes blazed.

Ron whipped out his wand, pointing it at Malfoy. “I’m warning you.”

Ginny was slowly counting backwards from ten. Harry was right. This was not worth getting into trouble over.

A sharp pain stabbed Harry right between his eyes. He was so sick and tired of having to go through all this crap every damn year. For once he wanted to have a fun year without all this bullshit.

“What he hell are you wearing, Weasley?” Draco laughed. “That ratty old thing would have looked all right way back when.”

“Leave my brother alone!” Ginny roared, jumping to her feet, wand pointed at him. “And don’t you ever call Hermione that nasty word!”

“Aw, did I wake the little Mudblood’s girlfriend?” Draco snorted, goons howling with laughter.

“Enough!” Harry suddenly snapped, on his feet, wand pointed at Draco with red hot sparks shooting from the tip, the window behind his head cracking from some invisible pressure. “I’ve had enough of this petty bullshit!”

Everyone looked at him in shock. Draco was at a loss for words…for once.

He flicked his wand, screaming. “Grow the fuck up!”

All three slytherins were thrown from the compartment by an invisible hand, and the door slid shut with a violent bang.

Ron’s jaw was open wide in shock. Ginny and Hermione both spun around to look at Harry.

His eyes were glowing a vicious emerald green, slowly fading away. The scar on his forehead was blazing with the same wicked color. They all shouted his name when he stumbled, collapsing to the floor.

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Present

You’re a beautiful
A beautiful fucked up man
You’re setting up your
Razor wire shrine

--Sarah McLachlan

Dumbledore raced down the long hallway with his robes billowing all around him like violet and silver colored wings. He rounded a corner, racing up a flight of spiraling stairs.

A handsome man in his portrait looked at his buddy next to him. “For an old man, he sure can move.”

His buddy nodded, and drank some more of his wine.

Dumbledore could hear a familiar poltergeist begging for his afterlife. What in the world was Harry doing to Peeves?

“Harry!” Poppy was yelling, trying to get the young man’s attention. “You release that poltergeist at once!”

Dumbledore raced in to see that an ethereal Harry had the spiteful spirit by the throat, giving him a good throttling. If he didn’t know any better, he would say that Harry was enjoying himself.

“He came in here.” Harry’s beautiful voice hissed like frost creeping across a casket. “And he dared to throw a water ball thingy at me…and then he thought he was simply going to fly away.”

He pulled Peeves right into his face. “Is that what you thought you were going to do, hmm?”

“Please, forgive me, your Dark Majesty.” Peeve’s coughed, and Harry gave him another good shake. “I didn’t know.”

Dumbledore and Poppy both froze. Why did Peeves call Harry that?

“Harry.” Dumbledore said, slowly walking over to him. “I’m sure that Peeves is very sorry for what he did. Would you please let him go now? I think he has learned his lesson. What say you, Peeves?”

The poltergeist nodded, milky white eyes rolling around in his sparkly white head.

Harry cocked his head to the side like a snake did just before it gobbled up a little birdie. “You will never come into my presence again unless I ask you to…do I make myself clear, slave?”

Peeves nodded.

He then threw Peeves through a wall, and spun around, smoky tendrils of dark hair fluttering around his gorgeous face. He gazed down at his wet clothing, frowning.

Dumbledore and Poppy both felt their heart break. Why was he frowning? Harry Potter must not frown.

They both shook their heads. It was the power of the Beansidhe. They could shatter hearts with a mere look.

“I’m wet.” Harry fumed, immediately taking off his wet clothes.

Poppy quickly ran to get him a sheet, so he could wrap it around himself.

“Not from that bed!” Harry snapped, and Dumbledore saw that he was pointing a delicate white finger at the bed where Cedric’s body had been laid. “I do not like that bed for some reason.”

Did he just call Harry’s finger delicate? Oh, he was being hit with the magic big time. That delicate little finger could dig out a person’s intestines and play jump rope.

Poppy went to another bed and pulled off a sheet, for Harry to wrap around himself until he could get himself some proper clothes.

“Harry?” Dumbledore asked. “Do you know who I am?”

Harry looked up at him with blazing pools of emerald light.

Dumbledore felt his breath being sucked from his lungs. Harry’s beauty was suddenly terrible and frigid.

That flawless white skin seemed to shine like fresh fallen snow under a silver moon’s light. His lips were the color of glowing red garnets, and he knew those red petals could make a person’s eyes bleed and have their brain explode out the back of their heads.

“For some odd reason, I really don’t like you.” Harry said, gliding across the ground as if he were on wheels. “I wonder why that is?”

Dumbledore held his ground. “I’m not sure. So, you cannot remember me?”

Harry glided back and stared at the bed he did not like. “I do not like it. Make it gone.”

Dumbledore waved his wand and the bed vanished in shimmering distortions of light.

Harry turned to smile at him and Dumbledore felt as though he had been socked in the gut. “I want you to teach me that.”

“I have arrived, Headmaster.” A cool, calculating voice said from the shadows.

Poppy watched as Harry glided over to look out a window. His hair was coiling and curling around his head like deadly black serpents.

This young man’s mind seemed to be all over the place.

“It would appear that our Harry is suffering from a major case of amnesia.” Dumbledore whispered to him. “I think you know what I want you to do.”

Harry twirled around, eyes frozen like emerald ice. “I do not like this man either. I will not go with him.”

“Harry.” Dumbledore said. “Professor Snape is a trusted teacher.”

“What in the world is going on in here?” A troubled voice asked and it was Minerva McGonagall. “Why were you running down the hall, Albus?”

She froze when she saw her student. Her hands went over her mouth in shock.

“Terrible omens I have seen in the runes.” A wispy voice echoed down the hall. “Such terrible omens I have seen…”

Everyone but Harry jumped when they heard a terrible crash.

Professor McGonagall tore her eyes away from the terrible vision of beauty before her and peeked out into the hall. She saw that Professor Trelawney had stumbled into a suit of armor, apologizing furiously at it.

She shook her head. That poor woman hardly ever gets out.

“What is Mr. Potter doing here?” She asked, looking at everyone. “And what’s happened to him?”

“Happened to me?” Harry asked in confusion. “What has happened to me? Wasn’t I always as I am?”

“Minerva?” Sybil Trelawney asked from the door. “I must speak with you or Dumbledore immediately.”

She took one look at Harry and shrieked in heartache. “The pain! Oh, the pain! What have you done to him??! What have you done??!”

“Take her!” Dumbledore thundered, and Harry blinked at his volume.

Poppy quickly put an arm around the sobbing woman and hurried her away.

Harry was intrigued by this. That woman must know something that he didn’t. Apparently all these people knew something that he didn’t. Why could he not remember? There were so many things he could not remember.

His face suddenly became dark and stormy. It was pissing him off.

“Albus, what is going on?” Minerva asked, listening to Sybil’s shrieks vanishing.

“Harry? Will you please go with Professor Snape?” Dumbledore asked.

Harry suddenly decided that he was not going to get anywhere by being…um…that one word he couldn’t think of…oh, yes, unreasonable. He was not going to find out the answers to his questions if he was to punch his fist through their chests and pull out their still beating hearts.

“I will go with him.” Harry said, gliding across the floor, like a fish does through water.

“Follow me then, Mr. Potter.” Snape said. His eyes were filled with interest.

Harry did, but only because he chose to. For some odd reason…he really wanted to kill this man…but he stayed his hand.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall watched him glide from the room right behind a graceful Professor Snape.

“We need to find you some clothes, Mr. Potter.” The Potion’s Master said as the two of them vanished around the corner.

“What has happened to him?” McGonagall asked.

“Harry was kissed by a Beansidhe, Minerva.” Dumbledore told her. He had not meant for Harry to lose all his memories. He had only wanted Professor Snape to erase Cedric form each one. How was he going to break this to the order? Harry Potter had full blown amnesia…but he did remember the bed…well, only that he hated it…and him…and Severus.

McGonagall went into a state of shock. “Why is he here? He could kill us all.”

Dumbledore shook his head. “We have that under control…for the time being.”

She turned her head away. “That poor child…he must have really loved…”

“Don’t say his name.” Dumbledore said, holding up a hand. “He must not hear that name.”

McGonagall made a face. “How are you going to stop that name from being spoken from the mouths of all the students, Albus?”

“Harry will be in isolation for the most part.” Dumbledore said. “Only his closest of friends will be allowed to see him.”

“Accidents happen, Albus…as you well know.”

“Not with the charm I’m going to cast.” He said.

She gasped. “You don’t mean that.”

“Harry is too important in this upcoming war we have on our hands, Minerva. I will not allow the Ministry to mess this up. If anything happens to Harry…Voldemort will win.”

“He was kissed by a Beansidhe, Albus.” She said, walking over to him. “Parents will not allow this. It’s too dangerous.”

“I did this to him, Minerva!” He thundered without meaning to. “I’m the reason for his pain. I’m the reason he was vulnerable to the attack of a Beansidhe! I will not abandon him!”

“Not just any Beansidhe, Headmaster.” Peeves said, poking his head in through the wall. “Wee little Potter has been kissed by the Queen of Beansidhe.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.