I have had this idea in my head for many days. I hope you like it
From Youikina
It has been one month since the return of Voldemort. He saw it. He was there. Most people do not believe him. They think that he is an attention seeking brat. How wrong they were. It would come to bite them in the ass. These people constantly turn there backs on him! They think they have a right to judge him. He did not want to be their savior in the first place.
Why did Voldemort choose him?
It seems his thoughts are running away from him. There is nothing to do right now. He got back from Hogwarts. His uncle had picked him up at the train station. Everything had been normal for the first month. Then two weeks away from his birthday, his aunt received an interesting piece of mail. The envelope is worn with age, and the writing is a very nice cursive.
Aunt Petunia seemed to stared at ti for several moments, before she slowly opened it. Vernon stared at the letter in pure anger. He must think it is from my kind.
She took the letter out of the envelope. He was curious, but knew better then trying to take a look. Her hand trembled as she slowly read the letter.
As she came to the end of the letter, she turned to Harry. His eyes went wide when she gave him a very kind smile.
Vernon's face went purple in anger. "What had that freak done now," he stood screaming at her. Petunia knew that as soon as Vernon would start ranting, he would not notice anything. She mouthed the words, play along.
Play along? Play along with what?
Vernon waddled his way over to Harry. He grasped his shirt. He was screaming so loud that Harry could not understand a word he is saying. A punch hit him hard in the face.
"Get off of him this instant," shouted Petunia, grasping Vernon's arm. She tried to pull him off. Vernon used his arm to back hand her. Petunia got thrown to the ground.
"How dare you help this freak," Vernon screamed at her. Dudley just stood in the back, he wondered what to do. It seems he made up his mind.
"Do not touch my mother," he screamed. Dudley noticed this his fist were shivering. Looking down, he noticed that he is no longer fat, but very muscular. What on earth happened to him?
Harry heard pounding on the door. "Open up! We are the Police!"
Smirking, Petunia waved her hands over herself and the boys. Harry would see that Dudley and Petunia looked to be covered in bruises.
The door burst open to show four police officer. They stared at Vernon, who is still holding him up by the color of his shirt, for a split second. One second later, Vernon lay on the ground. The four police officers are holding his down. Somehow, they managed to get cuffs on Vernon, and drag him out the door. Dudley hugged his mother.
"Did you call them," asked Harry. Petunia shook her head to give a negative response.
Then how did the cops get here?
"After the cops leave, I will tell you," said Petunia, with a knowing smirk. She gave him a Slytherin Smirk!
So after dealing with the police and checking in at the hospital, they cam back home. Petunia mention for him to sit at the table. Dudley is sitting across the table from him.
"Before I tell you anything, have you ever heard of the great seer Cassandra," asked Petunia. Her eyes are as hard as steel, and her voice is like a dagger, ready to strike.
"My divination teacher is a descendant of her," said Harry with a shrug.
"Would her last name be Trelawney?"
Giving a nod to his aunt, she gave a small smile. His aunt picked up the letter, which was in the center of the table. She gave them a glare. This glare clearly stated, do not interrupt me!
"Our family is a pureblood family, older then most of the ones in England. We are direct descendants of the Scorpion King Mathayus and his Queen Cassandra. Many years after the fact a witch named Cassandra Trelawney claimed to be the seer Casandra, and that she lost her powers after having sex. Some of her family does have a small gift. We hate them because they dared tried to steal our linage and our inheritance. They are still trying. IT is not working. This letter I have received is from the last Seer in our family. The letter I received has a seal on it. Once I open this seal, several things will pop out. The first will be a potion. It will be a cleansing potion to clear you of all compulsions, charms, spells, and curses. The second Potion will be to get rid of your malnutrition. Unfortunately, ninety-nine percent of the seers are female, so you will look more feminine then male. The third thing that will come out is a bag of seer stones. These stones will allow you to look in the future when you want to. However, you can still get vision from touching something, or just get vision from standing still. The fourth thing for you shall be the key to the Seer vault. It is a vault that only seers from our family can enter. Dudley, you will have three things. The first will be a potion. It will unlock your magic. It is not uncommon in the wizarding world to have late bloomers. The second is Mathayus's bow. The third and final thing for you is Mathayus's sword. There is one more thing we shall get. It is a magical trunk. Inside you will be trained in your arts," said Petunia, before her glare vanished.
Harry felt a breath of relief leave him. Who knew that his aunt could be this scary?
"I am a seer," Harry asked.
Petunia nodded, before grabbing a knife. She cut her thumb before pushing her thumb to a spot on the paper.
Three potions appeared. The first one is a silver blue, the second a dark green, and the third one is pitch black. A sack mad of some type of animal hide is right next to the black potion. A very large and old bow lay next to the sack. The sword looked rather used but still strong enough to deal a lot of damage. Finally the trunk stood two feet off the ground. There are many designs written all over it. On the top is written, From Akkadian to Seer Blood, we are born. We are bred, and watching through peace and war.
"Is that suppose to be our family motto," asked Dudley, tracing the words with his finger.
"It is. Now drink you potions. Harry, first drink the black potion. Then drink the blue. Dudley, the green potion is yours. Drink up," snapped Petunia at them. Her tone reminded him of Snape.
He picked up the black potion, uncorked it, then chugged it down. He nearly gagged at the bad taste. He managed to get the potion down.
Fire spread through his body. He bit his lip to stop from screaming. Aunt Petunia held something to where his scar is. He had no idea how long he was out of it. When he calmed down, he noticed the difference.
His mind instantly felt clearer. He felt light, like he had no guilt. Was someone really messing with his mind?
Dudley already swallowed his potion. He could see the grim look on Dudley's face.
Looking at the silver potion, he uncorked it. He swallowed it. He felt a change in him. He is still skinny, but he is more lean now. His hair is now to mid back. His eyes can see without the glasses, and he noticed how sexy he is. He may look like a girl, but he is definitely still male.
A pink office surrounding him. In front of him is a women shrouded in pink. Her toad like face is in a sickly sweet smile. Fudge walked into the room. His face in a definite sneer.
"That damn Potter! He is causing so much trouble for me! Delores, would you mind taking care of him," said the Minister with a smirk.
"Will the dementors work," asked Umbridge.
A cruel smile spread across both of their faces.
Harry looked at his aunt in shock.
"We need to leave. Fudge and Umbridge are sending Dementors," he said. Petunia pale before standing up in a hurry.
"Harry, go get your trunk. We will leave immediately. We will buy some new clothes as soon as we get to London," said Petunia. She is currently rushing around the house, grabbing the letter off the table, and pushing it deep in her pocket. She placed the sword and bow into the family trunk. Harry went to the cupboard under the stairs. He pulled it open to grab his school trunk. Petunia grabbed the family trunk. A few minutes later, the trunks were in the trunk of the car, and they are heading to London.
Petunia was sure to drive in the speed limit.
The fear followed all three of them to London. All Harry knew is that he has the family seeing stone sack in his hands. It felt as if it is a part of him. He suddenly felt an urge to pull something out of the sack. He put his hands in the sack, before pulling out a blue stone. It looks a lot like a marble but the bottom is flat. It is oval shaped as well.
Dumbledore stood in front of Snape, glaring down at the tired man.
"Why must you constantly fight my orders,' demanded Dumbledore at the exhausted man. Severus Snape has black rings around his eyes, and bruises all over his body.
"I am tired of hurting my family. Let me go," screamed Snape at Dumbledore. The old man slapped the professor across the face.
"I do not care if you do not like hurting your nephew. You will do as your told, or I shall have you sent to Azkaban," said Dumbledore. The Headmasters voice is not gentle or calm. Harry heard this tone one before. It is the same tone that Voldemort used on his followers.
Severus let his head fall towards the ground. His entire posture spoke of his surrender.
He felt his eyes snapped open in shock. Severus is forced to treat him the way he has over the years? Does that mean Dumbledore is not the good guy? What of this friends?
This is going to require a lot of thinking.
He realized that when he was told he was going to be the new generation seer, he did not protest it. He did not fight the idea in his head. The very thought felt right.
The time passed somewhat slowly until they reached London. Shrinking down the trunks, Petunia put them in her pocket. They quickly found the Leaky Cauldron.
It was easy to get past Tom with their new looks. They made their way into Daigon Alley. It is bustling as usual. People were shoving people out of the way.
Petunia grasped both of their hands to keep them close. After a little shoving, they came to Gringotts bank. Harry watched his aunt pull out the letter from her pocket as they waited in line. After some time passed, they made it to the front of the line.
The Goblin sneered down at them. His annoyance is clear on his face. Petunia handed the Goblin the letter.
At first the Goblin looked annoyed as he started to read the letter. A few seconds later and the Goblin's eyes went wide with shock.
"This line is now closed. You three, please follow me," said the Goblin. His tone is not annoyed, it seemed respectful.
He really didn't pay attention to where he was being lead. He did not notice how much time it took. Before he even realized it, he is seated in a very comfy chair, and in a very large marble office. There is a large sturdy wooden desk in front of him. Behind that desk is an aged Goblin, giving him a glare.
"So this boy might be the next Seer," sneered this Goblin.
"Yes sir," Harry said.
The goblin gave him a look before digging something out from the bottom of his desk. It is a simple crystal. The crystal is pure white. The goblin tossed it at him. Harry was barley able to catch it, before it started to glow a bright green.
The goblin's sneer turned into a smile.
"So Mr. Potter what do you know of your heritage," asked the goblin.
"Not much. Sir, how am I related to Severus Snape," asked Harry, he is looking at the goblin in wonder.
"Mr. Potter, please do not call me sir. You are stationed above me in heritage. As for Severus Snape, he is your father's half brother. I have several questions that must be asked before we do anything," said the Goblin.
"Are you Light, Dark, or Neutral," asked the Goblin. Harry thought over it for a second. He realized that he really had no idea. With his vision of Dumbledore, he had a feeling he could not trust the man.
"I would say Neutral. I know really nothing about any of the sides," said Harry honestly.
The goblin nodded his head, giving a small smile.
"Do you swear to never use your seer powers for personal gain," asked the Goblin.
"Personal gain," asked Harry right back.
"Like for gambling," said Petunia. He would never uses his site to win something over someone. It is not fair, nor is it right.
"No, I would not," said Harry.
"There we go. Now it seems we have a lot of work that needs to done, don't we,' said the Goblin.
Harry had a feeling that he is going to be here all night.
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From Youikina
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