GOF AU Death!Fic
Okay, so as promised laurel_tx's GOF Death!Fic challange is finally done. And only what a month late? *shame*
So, tell me what you think and I am trying to write chapter 14 of WDIAYH but it's not cooperating. At all. Watch this space though on the 25th of May.
Anyways;
Title: Nadir
Author: flosspyromaniac
Pairing: Harry/Cedric
Rating: Hard R/ Low NC-17 (i.e. no fucking clue)
Word Count: 2006
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The crappy attempt at 'plot' within belongs to me and plagerism is punished by death by spork.
Warnings: Slash, Violence, Character Death. Set in an AU GoF universerve where Harry is also a 6th year.
Notes: For laurel_tx (hope you're feeling better)
Summary: it's the third task, and everything is going to change... and not everything is as it seems.
The Morning of the 24th of June marked another round of slander from Rita Skeeter and the rest of the school was left torn between torn between revision for the end of he exams and alternately glaring at Harry and wishing him luck. He sought out Cedric across the Hall, sat at the Hufflepuff table and not eating.
Harry gave a slight frown and the other boy sighed and started into his eggs.
‘Ron Weasley, just because you don’t have to take NEWTs until next year, it doesn’t mean that you don’t have to work hard for this exam. If you don’t know this now, how do you expect…’
Harry tuned out Hermione and Ron’s fighting. After 6 years together, listening to every fight would simply drive a person mad.
Munching on his last piece of toast he caught Cedric’s eye across the room. The little smirk that flashed across his boyfriend’s face invited him to the Prefect’s bathroom after the others had gone. Harry smiled, they had time, the task wasn’t until the afternoon so some of the students could watch.
Harry arrived at the familiar statue of Boris the Bewildered, his confused face highlighted by the morning sun.
‘Pine Fresh.’
Harry looked into the room. Where was Cedric? Hadn’t they agreed to meet?
‘Surprise.’
Harry smiled. He knew the hands the covered his eyes and stopped panicking. Of course Cedric was here.
He turned to see Cedric dressed now in only his boxers.
‘Why Mr Diggory, you seem to have misplaced your clothes. Whatever are you expecting to happen here?’
The smirk across Harry’s face was undeniable.
Fire flashed in Cedric’s eyes and the next thing Harry knew he was pulled into a fierce kiss. Their tongues met and dueled, sliding over each other. It was a kiss between two people who knew each other’s bodies very well. Harry swore that if he was the swooning type, he would be nothing but a pool on the floor by now. Cedric’s tongue was doing things that were probably illegal in several American muggle states.
‘You, Mr Potter are wearing far too many clothes.’
How he reached the bath, Harry would never know but he found himself encircled by Cedric’s arms, leaning against his chest in the water. It then occurred to Harry he was also leaning against something far more interesting.
He slid himself around in Cedric’s arms and with a wicked smile plunged his hand under the water.
Harry ran his finger’s lightly along Cedric’s cock, loving the shivers his touches were causing in his boyfriend.
‘Harry… please…’
He smiled and the touches became firmer, more deliberate as he stroked Cedric under the water. The whisper of his name from Cedric’s lips changed Harry from hard to absolutely aching. He brought his hands up and grabbed the back of Cedric’s head for a fierce kiss.
‘Harry please… I want to be inside you.’
This time it was Harry’s turn to shiver.
Cedric lifted Harry onto the side of the bath and slicked up his fingers with some oil.
Gods it was slow, so slow. Harry writhed and begged as Cedric stretched him slowly, preparing him and driving him wild.
‘Cedric…’
The fingers found his prostate.
‘…In me. NOW.’
Something much more substantial slid into Harry. He almost sobbed as Cedric’s cock hit his prostate. Again and again it slid against him and moans echoed through the air. Harry could not longer tell from whom they were coming.
Gods he was coming, they were coming and they collapsed back into the bath.
The lay there, totally content, surrounded by each other.
‘We need to go and get ready for the task.’
The task. He had almost forgotten.
They dressed and went to the door together. One kiss before they walked out into the world.
~/***\~
The maze had grown a lot since Cedric had seen it last. Huge hedges, bigger than even Hagrid could see over stretched across the Quidditch pitch. His parents surrounded him, wishing him luck, success, but Cedric was watching Harry. His surprise at someone being there. It made him smile to see him stood with the Weasleys all wishing him the best.
They moved together, all the Champions to the entrance of the maze. Bagman babbled on in the background but Cedric heard nothing. It didn’t matter.
The whistle blew and he and Harry moved forward into the maze together. Their hands joined for a brief moment before they separated, Cedric taking the left fork.
He ran through the maze, casting Point Me whenever he came to a fork and just as he was getting close, he knew he heard someone behind him.
Victor Krum stood there with the oddest expression on his face. The he raised his wand.
‘What the hell d’you think you’re doing?’
‘Crucio.’
Pain. Nothing but pain. Ever nerve-ending Cedric had was burning. He screamed.
‘Stupefy!’
Cedric looked up and saw an angel in torn robes.
‘Thanks Harry.’
‘See you in the centre, love.’
Cedric ran on, focusing his power on reaching the end. It was nearly over, it was almost done.’
‘Cedric! On your left.’
He rolled out of instinct more than anything else.
His eyes could only betray horror as the largest spider he had ever seen grabbed hold of Harry and the sound of his trousers tearing ripped through the air.
‘Expelliarmus.’
Together they stunned the creature and it lay, with its eyes glowing eerily in the moonlight.
They faced the cup. It stood there, shining dimly in what little moonlight there was on such a clouded evening. They looked at it, inexplicably drawn. The end. This was it. They had won.
‘Together then?’
Harry nodded and Cedric smiled. Yes, always together.
His fingers lifted to grab the handle on the left hand side as Harry moved towards the right. They grasped it together, triumph singing through them both. They had won, for Hogwarts and themselves.
The world vanished.
‘Ah, excellent guests. Perhaps even a little earlier than expected. Wormtail, kill the spare.’
‘Avada Kedavra.’
The world turned black.
~/***\~
Harry stood in shock. Cedric had just been killed. He was dead. His Cedric was dead. He never saw the stunner coming.
When Harry awoke he was tied to a gravestone, he arms held to the side and Wormtail stood over a huge cauldron.
‘Big enough to fit a person,’ thought Harry, ‘Perhaps they intend to cook me for Voldemort to eat.’
Whatever it was he hoped they did it soon. Let them try what they wished. They had killed Cedric and they would pay. Of that Harry was sure.
Wormtail chanted, a ritual. Dark by the feel of the magic in the air. He saw a yellowed bone thrown in the cauldron. The magic was building stronger now, something big was happening here, Harry knew.
‘Flesh - of the servant - w-willingly given - you will - revive - your master.’
The knife was raised and Harry watched, so coldly and dispassionately as Wormtail’s hand fell into the cauldron.
He watched the approach of the cowering rat with a feeling of detached curiosity. What was he going to do? Did it matter? Cedric was dead.
The knife sliced into his arm, but he could barely feel it and he watched as it was added to the cauldron. The ugly baby was carefully placed in.
The magic swirled and grew around the cauldron. It was strong and so dark it left a bitter taste in Harry’s mouth. Yet still nothing happened.
Perhaps it had drowned.
And then Lord Voldemort rose out of the cauldron like some macabre spectre of death. He had returned.
Harry wanted revenge.
He watched as the Death eaters were called before their master again. Watched as they prostrated themselves in fear. Offered excuses. Cringed in terror as one by one there were struck by cruciatus. Even Lucius Malfoy could not help but scream.
‘Wormtail remove the boy’s bindings.’
The ropes were gone and Harry stood and stared into the red depths of the monster’s eyes.
‘Do you know how to duel Potter?’
His wand was thrown. He caught it. Seekers never miss.
‘Bow to me.’
He glared.
Voldemort hit him with Imperious.
Still he glared.
‘Crucio.’
He rolled.
‘Come now Potter, fight me like a man. Stand and curse you enemy like a true wizard would. Your father was the same you know. Always trying to run. He did on his knees boy. Will you do the same?’
Harry continued to dodge.
‘You are very good at this boy. I do admit that. Such a pity your friend earlier couldn’t do quite the same.’
Harry stopped.
‘Oh, I see. Meant a lot to you did he? Nothing but cannon fodder boy. You should no that by now. Potters are nothing but a curse and your… friend is dead because of it.’
Something in Harry broke. He hurled himself at the Dark Lord, trying to hurt him, to tear him apart, to break his neck, he didn’t know, he just wanted to do something.
Voldemort caught him as he reached up towards the monster’s neck.
He was held so easily. The grip was beyond iron. Harry did the only thing he could. He stopped struggling and waited. At least he would be with Cedric again. A blade pressed into the soft tissue at the side of his throat. It would be over soon.
~/***\~
Everything swirled around him. What had happened? Voices, he could hear voices.
‘You are a foolish child, Potter. Don’t you know that someone like Wormtail could never do as I asked him? It takes a wizard of great strength to perform the Killing curse. Do you really think he could have done it?’
Killing curse? Potter? What was happening? Why did he feel so weak?
‘I have heard of your… heroic tendencies, I knew you would be distracted by the ‘death’ of whomever came with you. I knew someone would. Gryffindors are so… honourable. The fact that he was your lover just made it even better. I do believe he’s awake now Potter. Why don’t you take a look?’
Cedric finally found the strength to sit up. His eyes met Harry’s. Love and hope flashed between them as the looked. All they need to do was…
Voldemort slit Harry’s throat.
Those eyes, emerald green and bright were dimming now, conveying one last message of love as he fell to the floor.
‘That was… disgustingly easy.’
The world roared in Cedric’s ears. These bastard had killed Harry. They had taken him. He was dead.
Cedric moved. He leapt up and grabbed his fallen wand. He shot curse, curses he didn’t remember knowing, that he had been taught never to use. He moved through the sea of reawakened Death Eaters to his love. He broke bones, cursed and hexed and they fell around him.
He gathered Harry’s body into his arms, barely seeing the fallen dark Lord gasping at his feet. He got the cup and took it by the handle. The dark graveyard swirled around him. His leaden body made even heavier as he hurtled back to the school and returned to chaos. He felt Harry in his arms, still in his arms. Colder now. Dead. Harry was gone. He had been taken from him. How could this be true? He didn’t understand. He couldn’t.
Numb. So numb. Was he still alive? How could he be? Harry was dead. Dead. Cedric swayed where he stood, pulled by gravity and the weight of what he had seen. Harry was gone.
Cedric fell to the ground with Harry’s body on top of him. People were crowding round, shouting, asking questions. All the noise swarmed around him. People were crying he was sure. He could see the tears glistening in people’s eyes. Why wasn’t he? Dumbledore came into view, questions in his eyes. Cedric couldn’t answer him. Not now.
He closed his eyes and prayed that when he fell he would never get back up.
For the second time that night, the world fell into darkness.
A/N: Well you never said I couldn't pretend to kill him...
*cowers*
R&R?
♥
~Floss
So, tell me what you think and I am trying to write chapter 14 of WDIAYH but it's not cooperating. At all. Watch this space though on the 25th of May.
Anyways;
Title: Nadir
Author: flosspyromaniac
Pairing: Harry/Cedric
Rating: Hard R/ Low NC-17 (i.e. no fucking clue)
Word Count: 2006
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The crappy attempt at 'plot' within belongs to me and plagerism is punished by death by spork.
Warnings: Slash, Violence, Character Death. Set in an AU GoF universerve where Harry is also a 6th year.
Notes: For laurel_tx (hope you're feeling better)
Summary: it's the third task, and everything is going to change... and not everything is as it seems.
The Morning of the 24th of June marked another round of slander from Rita Skeeter and the rest of the school was left torn between torn between revision for the end of he exams and alternately glaring at Harry and wishing him luck. He sought out Cedric across the Hall, sat at the Hufflepuff table and not eating.
Harry gave a slight frown and the other boy sighed and started into his eggs.
‘Ron Weasley, just because you don’t have to take NEWTs until next year, it doesn’t mean that you don’t have to work hard for this exam. If you don’t know this now, how do you expect…’
Harry tuned out Hermione and Ron’s fighting. After 6 years together, listening to every fight would simply drive a person mad.
Munching on his last piece of toast he caught Cedric’s eye across the room. The little smirk that flashed across his boyfriend’s face invited him to the Prefect’s bathroom after the others had gone. Harry smiled, they had time, the task wasn’t until the afternoon so some of the students could watch.
Harry arrived at the familiar statue of Boris the Bewildered, his confused face highlighted by the morning sun.
‘Pine Fresh.’
Harry looked into the room. Where was Cedric? Hadn’t they agreed to meet?
‘Surprise.’
Harry smiled. He knew the hands the covered his eyes and stopped panicking. Of course Cedric was here.
He turned to see Cedric dressed now in only his boxers.
‘Why Mr Diggory, you seem to have misplaced your clothes. Whatever are you expecting to happen here?’
The smirk across Harry’s face was undeniable.
Fire flashed in Cedric’s eyes and the next thing Harry knew he was pulled into a fierce kiss. Their tongues met and dueled, sliding over each other. It was a kiss between two people who knew each other’s bodies very well. Harry swore that if he was the swooning type, he would be nothing but a pool on the floor by now. Cedric’s tongue was doing things that were probably illegal in several American muggle states.
‘You, Mr Potter are wearing far too many clothes.’
How he reached the bath, Harry would never know but he found himself encircled by Cedric’s arms, leaning against his chest in the water. It then occurred to Harry he was also leaning against something far more interesting.
He slid himself around in Cedric’s arms and with a wicked smile plunged his hand under the water.
Harry ran his finger’s lightly along Cedric’s cock, loving the shivers his touches were causing in his boyfriend.
‘Harry… please…’
He smiled and the touches became firmer, more deliberate as he stroked Cedric under the water. The whisper of his name from Cedric’s lips changed Harry from hard to absolutely aching. He brought his hands up and grabbed the back of Cedric’s head for a fierce kiss.
‘Harry please… I want to be inside you.’
This time it was Harry’s turn to shiver.
Cedric lifted Harry onto the side of the bath and slicked up his fingers with some oil.
Gods it was slow, so slow. Harry writhed and begged as Cedric stretched him slowly, preparing him and driving him wild.
‘Cedric…’
The fingers found his prostate.
‘…In me. NOW.’
Something much more substantial slid into Harry. He almost sobbed as Cedric’s cock hit his prostate. Again and again it slid against him and moans echoed through the air. Harry could not longer tell from whom they were coming.
Gods he was coming, they were coming and they collapsed back into the bath.
The lay there, totally content, surrounded by each other.
‘We need to go and get ready for the task.’
The task. He had almost forgotten.
They dressed and went to the door together. One kiss before they walked out into the world.
~/***\~
The maze had grown a lot since Cedric had seen it last. Huge hedges, bigger than even Hagrid could see over stretched across the Quidditch pitch. His parents surrounded him, wishing him luck, success, but Cedric was watching Harry. His surprise at someone being there. It made him smile to see him stood with the Weasleys all wishing him the best.
They moved together, all the Champions to the entrance of the maze. Bagman babbled on in the background but Cedric heard nothing. It didn’t matter.
The whistle blew and he and Harry moved forward into the maze together. Their hands joined for a brief moment before they separated, Cedric taking the left fork.
He ran through the maze, casting Point Me whenever he came to a fork and just as he was getting close, he knew he heard someone behind him.
Victor Krum stood there with the oddest expression on his face. The he raised his wand.
‘What the hell d’you think you’re doing?’
‘Crucio.’
Pain. Nothing but pain. Ever nerve-ending Cedric had was burning. He screamed.
‘Stupefy!’
Cedric looked up and saw an angel in torn robes.
‘Thanks Harry.’
‘See you in the centre, love.’
Cedric ran on, focusing his power on reaching the end. It was nearly over, it was almost done.’
‘Cedric! On your left.’
He rolled out of instinct more than anything else.
His eyes could only betray horror as the largest spider he had ever seen grabbed hold of Harry and the sound of his trousers tearing ripped through the air.
‘Expelliarmus.’
Together they stunned the creature and it lay, with its eyes glowing eerily in the moonlight.
They faced the cup. It stood there, shining dimly in what little moonlight there was on such a clouded evening. They looked at it, inexplicably drawn. The end. This was it. They had won.
‘Together then?’
Harry nodded and Cedric smiled. Yes, always together.
His fingers lifted to grab the handle on the left hand side as Harry moved towards the right. They grasped it together, triumph singing through them both. They had won, for Hogwarts and themselves.
The world vanished.
‘Ah, excellent guests. Perhaps even a little earlier than expected. Wormtail, kill the spare.’
‘Avada Kedavra.’
The world turned black.
~/***\~
Harry stood in shock. Cedric had just been killed. He was dead. His Cedric was dead. He never saw the stunner coming.
When Harry awoke he was tied to a gravestone, he arms held to the side and Wormtail stood over a huge cauldron.
‘Big enough to fit a person,’ thought Harry, ‘Perhaps they intend to cook me for Voldemort to eat.’
Whatever it was he hoped they did it soon. Let them try what they wished. They had killed Cedric and they would pay. Of that Harry was sure.
Wormtail chanted, a ritual. Dark by the feel of the magic in the air. He saw a yellowed bone thrown in the cauldron. The magic was building stronger now, something big was happening here, Harry knew.
‘Flesh - of the servant - w-willingly given - you will - revive - your master.’
The knife was raised and Harry watched, so coldly and dispassionately as Wormtail’s hand fell into the cauldron.
He watched the approach of the cowering rat with a feeling of detached curiosity. What was he going to do? Did it matter? Cedric was dead.
The knife sliced into his arm, but he could barely feel it and he watched as it was added to the cauldron. The ugly baby was carefully placed in.
The magic swirled and grew around the cauldron. It was strong and so dark it left a bitter taste in Harry’s mouth. Yet still nothing happened.
Perhaps it had drowned.
And then Lord Voldemort rose out of the cauldron like some macabre spectre of death. He had returned.
Harry wanted revenge.
He watched as the Death eaters were called before their master again. Watched as they prostrated themselves in fear. Offered excuses. Cringed in terror as one by one there were struck by cruciatus. Even Lucius Malfoy could not help but scream.
‘Wormtail remove the boy’s bindings.’
The ropes were gone and Harry stood and stared into the red depths of the monster’s eyes.
‘Do you know how to duel Potter?’
His wand was thrown. He caught it. Seekers never miss.
‘Bow to me.’
He glared.
Voldemort hit him with Imperious.
Still he glared.
‘Crucio.’
He rolled.
‘Come now Potter, fight me like a man. Stand and curse you enemy like a true wizard would. Your father was the same you know. Always trying to run. He did on his knees boy. Will you do the same?’
Harry continued to dodge.
‘You are very good at this boy. I do admit that. Such a pity your friend earlier couldn’t do quite the same.’
Harry stopped.
‘Oh, I see. Meant a lot to you did he? Nothing but cannon fodder boy. You should no that by now. Potters are nothing but a curse and your… friend is dead because of it.’
Something in Harry broke. He hurled himself at the Dark Lord, trying to hurt him, to tear him apart, to break his neck, he didn’t know, he just wanted to do something.
Voldemort caught him as he reached up towards the monster’s neck.
He was held so easily. The grip was beyond iron. Harry did the only thing he could. He stopped struggling and waited. At least he would be with Cedric again. A blade pressed into the soft tissue at the side of his throat. It would be over soon.
~/***\~
Everything swirled around him. What had happened? Voices, he could hear voices.
‘You are a foolish child, Potter. Don’t you know that someone like Wormtail could never do as I asked him? It takes a wizard of great strength to perform the Killing curse. Do you really think he could have done it?’
Killing curse? Potter? What was happening? Why did he feel so weak?
‘I have heard of your… heroic tendencies, I knew you would be distracted by the ‘death’ of whomever came with you. I knew someone would. Gryffindors are so… honourable. The fact that he was your lover just made it even better. I do believe he’s awake now Potter. Why don’t you take a look?’
Cedric finally found the strength to sit up. His eyes met Harry’s. Love and hope flashed between them as the looked. All they need to do was…
Voldemort slit Harry’s throat.
Those eyes, emerald green and bright were dimming now, conveying one last message of love as he fell to the floor.
‘That was… disgustingly easy.’
The world roared in Cedric’s ears. These bastard had killed Harry. They had taken him. He was dead.
Cedric moved. He leapt up and grabbed his fallen wand. He shot curse, curses he didn’t remember knowing, that he had been taught never to use. He moved through the sea of reawakened Death Eaters to his love. He broke bones, cursed and hexed and they fell around him.
He gathered Harry’s body into his arms, barely seeing the fallen dark Lord gasping at his feet. He got the cup and took it by the handle. The dark graveyard swirled around him. His leaden body made even heavier as he hurtled back to the school and returned to chaos. He felt Harry in his arms, still in his arms. Colder now. Dead. Harry was gone. He had been taken from him. How could this be true? He didn’t understand. He couldn’t.
Numb. So numb. Was he still alive? How could he be? Harry was dead. Dead. Cedric swayed where he stood, pulled by gravity and the weight of what he had seen. Harry was gone.
Cedric fell to the ground with Harry’s body on top of him. People were crowding round, shouting, asking questions. All the noise swarmed around him. People were crying he was sure. He could see the tears glistening in people’s eyes. Why wasn’t he? Dumbledore came into view, questions in his eyes. Cedric couldn’t answer him. Not now.
He closed his eyes and prayed that when he fell he would never get back up.
For the second time that night, the world fell into darkness.
A/N: Well you never said I couldn't pretend to kill him...
*cowers*
R&R?
♥
~Floss