Hiya! This is my first fic so hopefully it will go well. I'll try to update nicely but we'll see what happens.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights to anything vaguely resembling Harry Potter. So.... lay off.

Enjoy!

Prologue

The seat was far too small for Harry to sit in comfortably. Not to mention that Shacklebolt and McGonagall were staring sternly at him. He hadn't even done anything- they had just sent him an owl early this morning telling him that they urgently had to meet with him.

But they weren't speaking. And judging from the small chair sitting next to Harry- someone else had been owled and had decided no to come.

This told Harry that it wasn't as he had feared. James had not done something so extraordinarily stupid that the Headmistress and the Minister wished to speak with him. And quite honestly, Harry adored his son but still wished at times that he was less enthusiastic about trouble.

But the empty chair worried him also.

McGonagall sighed.

"I see that Mr. Malfoy will not be joining us today- which I believe to be quite unfortunate." Her eyes flashed and she focused solely on Harry. Harry instantly sat just a bit straighter and thought- Malfoy?

"Why is it that you called both of us here? The letter was not clear." Harry asked. What in the world would have worried these two rather unshakable people enough to call on a Potter and a Malfoy?

"That, Mr. Potter, is because the subject at hand is not entirely clear." McGonagall answered.

"Harry. You no doubt took a course in Divination at your time in Hogwarts?" Shacklebolt asked- Harry gave a slight nod of his head. "Then you learned about the rarest form- Seeing?"

Harry shook his head. Shacklebolt pursed his lips and leaned slightly forward to his desk.

"Seeing is separate from the rest of Divination because the Seer is literally thrust into the futures of the world. The amount of possible Seers born is quite small. The amount that don't go insane is even smaller."

"Fascinating." Harry said.

"This pertains to you and Mr. Malfoy because," Shacklebolt sighed and then continued his sentence, "your sons, Albus and Scorpius, are all the sane and the insane Seers can see. In other words, they dominate the future."

McGonagall shook her head and put her hand to her mouth. She seemed upset- perhaps Harry thought, because once again the Wizarding World had two people determining its future.

"What do they see?" Harry asked. His voice was nearly a whisper- simply because the idea seemed secretive.

"Everything. Every possibility that we faced against Voldemort- we are facing those possibilities again. But, it's not clear which side the two young boys are on. Or if they are opposed. Or if they are allies. All we know is that your son and Malfoy's son are quite important to our world."

Harry was sick.

He- perhaps more than anyone- knew that he would only affect the future indirectly now. He was filled with worry and he didn't know what for. Why in the world had they told him this when the futures weren't even set? The only purpose this served was to worry him.

Harry stood.

Quickly he made the decision that he would be a normal father for Albus.

He shook McGonagall and Shacklebolt's hands.

Then he left- silently cursing Malfoy for not even caring to appear.

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