"...I gaze at my crystal ball,
Decrypting words of mist.
As a new evil brings new fall,
History shall take another twist.
When such dark times shatter hope to pieces
I'd like to blind my two eyes,
For only the Third has brought me peace,
As dark clouds cover the skies..."
He is back. I should have known it, shouldn't I ? The future is an open book for Sybill Trelawney, isn't it ? As a Seer, it is my duty to watch through the mists of time, and See. I See, but what should I do ? Who am I in this war, which is coming ? A spectator, unable to prevent the dark deeds which I foretell from happening. That's what I have concluded I am. It is, alas, my fate.
I can remember the times in which I discovered my abilities... Not happy times at all. I couldn't control it at first. The shadows kept coming, scaring the little girl I was back then. Past, present and future, I couldn't tell the difference between them, when I started seeing those things. Scary things. My parents dying, for example. And always, a dark cloud, just over the horizon, nearer as the years passed. I tried to warn people, I swear I did. But no one would believe me...
Flashback
"No mommy, don't go, please !"
"Sybill, don't be silly, your father and I are just going to visit your Aunt in France for two days, and we'll be back. Stop crying, dear, you are already nine for God's sake."
"But I have this dreadful feeling something will happen, please don't go !"
"Sybill, your grandmother will perfectly look after you. Now be a good girl and we'll bring you a wonderful gift from France."
end flashback
All seemed to go very quickly after. The Daily Prophet's full report on the tragic accident with the flying carpet doing the London-Paris connection. The Ministry's of Magic ban on all kinds of flying carpets...
My life was never quite the same afterwards. My lack of surprisal at my parents deaths had horrified my family, and they regarded me almost as if I were the one to blame of my parents' deaths. I guess my mother had told them about my warning. In school, I was said to bring misfortune. Only because I told that boy his mother would die the day after.
The most important lesson to a Seer, is that truth hurts. A lot.
Since then, I have learnt to stop using the Eye that often. I don't distinguish lies from truth any longer. It is better to be laughed at for being a fraud, than being feared for being a Seer. It still amazes me how I got that post as Divination teacher in Hogwarts. I imagine Dumbledore saw something that even my three eyes couldn't see. Strange man... One of the only persons whose fate I have been unable to discern.
Students are more easy to comprehend. Brown and Patil are seemingly impressed, and usually keep me company in my Tower. I appreciate their company, and I like them. I like people who have a happy future. When I look at them I don't have to see their tragic deaths or feel their pains, and can see them happily married with children. Makes things a lot easier for me. They have confessed that they would like to be Seers too. But they do not Know as I Know, nor See as I See. That Potter kid is a more interesting one. A great fate awaits him, but if it is good or bad, I cannot see. Fortunately, for it must not be too pleasant to watch I dare say. Longbottom reminds me of my school days, and his fear dwells upon the same reasons I guess. Weasley has no Divination talent whatsoever, and spends his time sleeping or whispering to Potter. Am I jealous ? Perhaps...
As to Granger, she was the first student who actually walked out of my class to never return. She said that seeing the future was useless ( wise girl ) and that she considered me as a fraud. I wish I were... But she is foolish too, she craves for truth and facts, whereas I have long learned that lies and imagination are much more confortable.
As He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named rises again from the ashes, I am grateful that the dark cloud I was witnessing since my childhood prevents me from seeing what's coming. I do not wish to see the war, the terror, the pain that will come. I don't need my Third eye to see that.
It doesn't matter. I will stay here, in my Tower, witnessing, as I have always done. My false predictions will be my consolation, if the real ones prove too pessimistic. There is nothing better than being a fraud Hermione Granger. I don't want to see.
Yet I See
For such is, alas my, fate
Dedicated to Sybill Trelawney, victim of her own talent. Unnatural gifts, do breed unnatural troubles...