The Blind Spot in the Seer's Eyes
Summary: One young wizard with powers Professor Trelawny never even dreamed of. A man twisted in his bloodlust. The time for action is now. Follow the young wizard as he learns of deception, and how his powers have condemned him.
Chapter 1: Prologue
"The entire universe be damned!" a lone voice shouted into the woods. The owner of the voice was on his parents' large property, or what had been his parents' property. His name was Todd Farring, and his parents were murdered that night. He was too late to save them. He knew they were going to die, as was the way it was with those 'like him'. He was confused that he couldn't pick out the when and the where until it had happened. He almost always knew everything that happened to his parents beforehand. How had this happened without his being aware?
He barely even knew anything about the murderer. He had only let Todd See enough to irritate and puzzle the teenage Seer. Todd knew the murderer was a young wizard with a thirst for revenge. It angered him that the wizard couldn't find it in his heart to grant his parents more honor by killing them with the simple, "Avada Kadavra" curse. Todd threw his longer-than-normal white hair back in anguish. No, the murdering pervert found it amusing to slash them to pieces, for lack of a better term. Todd tried desperately to get the image of what was left of his mother out of his mind's eye.
Reluctant tears built up in pink tinted eyes that had Seen more years than the seventeen they lived. Eloquent words played in Todd's head to describe his feelings. It was a habit Todd had gained through the many years of writing. He'd been writing since he was able to draw letters with crayons. He was magnificent with words, but ideas flooded him every time he tried to put one down on paper. After he'd thought about it, he'd asked his parents for a Quick-Quotes Quill, albeit one with a bit more honesty and directness than Rita Skeeter's. Todd managed a quick rush of breath, which might have been a laugh had his parents not just died, at the thought of the clever girl who caught Rita's bugging techniques.
Suddenly, past, present, and future engulfed Todd's senses, and he became blissfully unconscious.
Following what seemed to be an eternity, Todd came back to reality slowly. "He's they're son, isn't he, Kingsley?" a woman asked.
Todd didn't want to open his eyes, though he realized he was lying on the ground, in the middle of the Farring Forest.
"No doubt, Hestia. I watched him grow. He looks like Jonathan after the Bleaching Curse I accidentally administered to him years ago," the man named Kingsley replied with a sad attempt at humor. His voice was low, but it was laden with grief and memories.
Todd then Saw, without really seeing, the people who were standing over him. Kingsley Shacklebolt had been Jonathan Farring's best friend since Hogwarts. Todd wanted to smile at the strong bond they shared. Hestia Jones did not know Jonathan or Winter Farring, Todd's mother, but she had heard tales of the brave things Jonathan had done for the light.
"Should we wake him up, or levitate him to St. Mungo's?" Hestia inquired.
"There will be no need to wake me," Todd said aloud, startling the two adults standing over him. "I'm conscious."
"Todd, I'm so sorry." Kingsley knelt beside him and embraced him.
"It was not your fault. If it falls on anyone, it falls on me. I am the one who could have prevented it from transpiring in the first place," Todd explained in a choked tone.
"Nonsense. No one can stop fate," Kingsley reminded gently.
"But I can deter it for as long as possible, and I didn't. On top of that, I have people looking for me. I can't stay here, Kingsley," Todd rambled.
They moved out of the embrace, and the auror gave Todd a long look. "Why?" he asked.
"There's a man. A wizard who is almost three years my elder. He wants me to hurt; he wishes me pain. He's started with my parents, and who knows who's next?"
"You should be able to See who's next," Kingsley prompted.
"I should, shouldn't I? That's the thing. I can't. He's blocked me. He's impeded my Sight. That's never happened before. I can't have it happening when people's lives are in jeopardy."
"There's only one place in the world you'd be completely safe," said Hestia, who had not spoken to the albino in the whole time he'd been awake. "Hogwarts."
He had no objections then, until he got to the school. "I will do no good sitting here, hiding like a little child," he resisted.
"You'll do no good out there, either," said Todd's companion, an elderly witch who was being paid to make sure Todd had a safe voyage.
"Mrs. Leminkainen, surely you must comprehend that I can accomplish something in the fight against the evil one. I am a Seer for a reason, and it does not help if I am locked up in some castle where everyone will think I am another criminal!"
"Don't give me your long sentences. I know you just hate being in a place where they won't let you out of the grounds," Mrs. Leminkainen said wisely.
Todd sighed, knowing he would get nowhere with this witch as his guardian. He would simply talk to the headmaster.
"Would you be Todd?" a giant of a man asked as Todd got off the train.
"Yes, I am Todd Farring," he replied. He'd been shocked at the size of the man, but then, seeing into his memories, knew he was harmless.
"Rubeus Hagrid. I'm the keeper of the keys and grounds at Hogwarts. Come on, now. I'll lead ya there," he offered. Todd nodded and went with him.
He saw the mass and magnificence of the castle, and wondered what could have possibly happened since it was built. Before he realized what was going on, he found himself in a large office, standing in front of an old man with a crooked nose and the longest beard Todd had ever seen.
"Mr. Farring," the old man said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."
Todd sincerely wished he could roll his eyes, but he hung his head and planted his eyes to the ground before the man could see their color.
"It is with great regret that I learn about your parents' deaths."
"Someone, somewhere, is not lamenting over it," Todd bit out curtly.
The man nodded slowly, but Todd didn't see it. "Do you know who I am, Mr. Farring?" he asked.
A flash of insight came to him. "You are Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You have an odd habit of collecting socks, and you are trying very hard to fill the role of Protector for one Harry Potter."
So the rumors are true, Dumbledore thought, Jonathan's son is a Seer. Interesting. "As intriguing as it is that you know so much about me, that is not why I wanted to speak to you," Professor Dumbledore explained.
"Why do you wish a word with me? Is it to console me on being trapped inside a monster of a fortress, or is it to tell me why my parents died?" was the bitter retort.
"How much do you know about your father?" the professor inquired curiously.
"He was a pureblood of the Farring line, which was one of the more noble ancestries. He started working as an Auror, when a cousin of his thought it comical to tell the Dark Lord of my father's thoughts on becoming a Death Eater. He'd had no such notion, but saw an opportunity for the light. Thus he spoke to you or to another high up in the Order of the Phoenix. He quickly climbed to the Dark Lord's inner circle. As much as he despised working for He-who-must-not-be-named, he'd learned how to make it look like he supported him, without ever hurting anyone else directly." Saying all this granted Todd comfort at having such a loving and caring father. He gave a sad smile as he relished all the good times.
"Do you wish to follow his footsteps?"
Todd didn't look up, but ran a pale hand through his white hair. "I haven't had the education to become an Auror, though it seems an appealing occupation."
"You were home schooled, correct? Have you taken your NEWTs?"
Todd nodded.
"I'd like to give you a job, Mr. Farring."
Now he looked up. His pale, pink eyes appeared owlish as he stared the Headmaster. "You…you want me to work for you?" He was caught completely off guard.
"What exactly do you know about Defense against the Dark Arts?"
"Absolutely nothing," he replied.