Chapter 2 : Of New and Old Beginnings

All the people assembled (Wizards, Fools to think they truly knew) in the infirmary only had one word to describe the fey being that was getting up slowly from the floor. One world that echoed from their very core, inscribed there from immemorial times where cold eyed Queens of icy death and fiery beauty and Old Gods of Forgotten Names still walked this realm. Carved by the pain and blood and tears from the Ancestors (Druids, Childes of Mother Earth, of Gaia's blood) who tried to defy the will of Time (Death) and Magic (Life) and were shown the power of the Gifted (Cursed) Ones.

"Seer" was now the title (what he Is, what he will always Be) of the one bearing the name of Harry James Potter.

Only one tries to talk for they are all rooted to the spot, mute (fearing as they should).

"My dear boy, how do you feel?" Dumbledore asks, voice full of confusion (caution) and awe (fear). For a Seer's wrath to whom had done them wrong is a fickle thing, and hiding a prophecy from its chosen (Harry, Child of Time, of Magic) is one (the) offense that is never forgiven.

"I feel…perfectly… fine" answers Harry, slowly inspecting his surroundings with new (true) eyes, watching things that he couldn't (wouldn't) describe. And it's true, because for the first time in his (painful) short life, he is truly and utterly free.

Even Before (being human, wizard, being weak, always alone), he was of the Air (flying, weaving, diving), but now he was Other (Seer), flitting across the realms only now (now that he Was) he could perceive.

He whispers now with an ethereal (inhuman) voice, an echo accompanying him:

"A Seer belong to no one, no species, nobody, no realms, only to himself, Time and Magic. Everything ("Everyone" whispers the voice) else who tries to own him shall be destroyed."

"A Seer is not human, I may be born to the wizards you knew as Lily Evans and James Potter but I am not ("not anymore" agrees the voice) of them"

He then turns and stares at the man and everything that makes him Albus Dumbledore is scattered apart to be inspected at his leisure. Harry now Sees him as he is (The Paths walked seen as millions, billions golden (not always good) decisions woven together that he acknowledges and picks apart and remembers) and Knows (the lies, the shadowed truths, the shifting magic, the actions for the (His) Greater Good). And the web of lies that he can now feel (warping, strangling, holding) him and his (always struggling, fighting, protecting) magic is destroyed (because knowledge is power).

Without anything holding him down, he can now hear the glorious voice of his Magic along with the new (who should've always Been) voice of Time in the back of his head, he will never be really alone anymore.

Dumbledore sees (feels) the anger dancing in the verdant eyes of Harry (his weapon, his glory) and he finally understand the warnings of Old :

"Beware the twisted messengers of Time, Dancers amongst the realms are the Seers, Reflections of Death to be brought on you, if foolish you are to provoke their anger ("and shall be chained in the threads of their makers" adds Harry (dangerously) quietly )."

The newly Became Seer was waiting, shifting along the possibilities, golden (turned silver) threads after another, for (the shadow that marks his past) Albus was at his end , the paths wilting one after the other (Brittle, Brittle Death).

The motionless boy starts to walk (Silver eyes opens from the lands of dreams) towards the doors of the infirmary, liquid grace marking his steps (his punishment was closecloserhere) : "Now, know that Arianna is dead by your hand"

The doors close quietly and Dumbledore breaks into tears and falls to his knees, the others still mute, still waiting, still fearing.

The Sight of so many Deaths (Possibilities splintering and breaking, Paths disappearing) is like a song to him and all his threads are dull and colorless now.

"You truly are a Flower of Death"

"Was I not born to the lily, Sister ("Childe" Time whispers) mine?"

Gold woven Emeralds meet Sparkling Silver.

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