Chapter 4 the Seer Sees Two Futures

Disclaimer: As everybody knows, I own nothing of Harry Potter that is all JK Rowling's.  Just the plot is mine. And I promise, that there is one, if you were wondering.

A/N: I don't like italics so I just wrote 'flashback' for the flashback part, sorry. Stubborn, I know.

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It was a simple task really. Burn down some mudblood Ministry official's house, he couldn't even remember who's, it wasn't even anyone important just a routine thing. Of course if the person were there he would use the killing curse. Harry Potter didn't need the group he led; he could face ten armed Aurors, an unprepared family was nothing. So he apparated into the home. He muttered a curse to locate anyone in the house. 'Only kids' he thought. So he sent the Dark Mark up into the air, and set the house on fire. Then he disapparated, but only to right outside of the house. At the back door the three kids ran out. It looked like there was a 12-year-old boy, a 15-year-old girl, and a 17-year-old boy. They had their wands out, pointing towards Harry. Harry wasn't scared a bit. He smirked and pulled down his black hood that had been hiding his face, to now reveal unruly black hair and a noticeable lightning blot scare. The youngest boy gasped, but the other two seemed unfazed at the sight of Harry Potter. The oldest sent a body-binding curse at Harry, which he easily blocked. Harry didn't send a curse back at the boy; instead he let them do whatever they wanted to try.

"We are not afraid of you," the oldest one said, his voice steady.

"You know, you really should be," Harry retorted smoothly.

"You stupid bastard," said the girl.

"And I've been called lots worse." Harry Potter had honestly never killed anyone under eighteen before, who knew if anyone noticed. Although if it came down to it he wouldn't mind at all, he just kept that as a principle or something. He wasn't planning on killing these kids. Actually, he was being nice for Death Eater standards.

"What happened to the Boy Who Lived?" asked the 12-year-old, his voice was shaky. He was definitely scared, if only a little.

"You mean the good little boy? The perfect, brave, innocent, and friendly Harry Potter? The kind of person that would do this?" Harry asked as he raised his wand to the still burning house. He muttered two curses and all of a sudden the house stopped burning and the Dark Mark disappeared.

"Well, then Harry Potter met a certain seer, and everyone betrayed him. That's what happened to the Boy Who Lived." Harry finally answered. Then in like an angry rage he pointed his wand at the surrounding houses and shouted "Inflameous" at all of them. Next, he shot a Dark Mark into the center of the now burning houses.

"Get behind me, Ronny," the oldest said softly to the youngest boy, as he stepped in front of the obviously Ron.

"Your name is Ron? I had a friend named Ron in school. He was my best friend for six and a half years and he betrayed me! Ron Weasley is his name."  Harry told the kids.

"Ronald Weasley, the Auror, was your friend?" asked the astonished girl.

"Shocking, isn't it? He's a famous Auror now, helping everybody. While I'm just a 'stupid bastard' Death Eater. I do believe I pulled the short stick in this one."

"You didn't have to become a Death Eater," the oldest pointed out.

"Of course! I could have become an Auror like Weasley. Why didn't I think of that?" Harry said sarcastically "Now why don't you three brats get out of here before I blow you to pieces?"

The kids decided to obey him and they ran away to find shelter.   

~*Flashback*~

Harry Potter was in bliss. Well, if not in bliss, very close to it. He knew that Snape was going to be the professor for potions again, but other than that life was good. He had left the Dursleys and was now living with his godfather, Sirius Black, after his name was cleared with the help of Dumbledore. Harry was very in love with his girlfriend Hermione, and he knew she loved him back. Presently, it was the summer after sixth year and Harry was walking down Diagon Alley, planning on looking at the newest racing broom, the Nimbus Three Thousand. He was thinking and not paying attention to where he was going, so he accidentally bumped into an old man with long, gray hair. The man started to fall and caught onto the windowsill of a store to hold himself up. This man stayed like that for a few moments until he finally stood up straight. It surprised Harry; he didn't think he hit the man that hard.

"I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't pay-" started Harry. The man raised his hand to stop Harry from explaining.

"It is alright. You are Harry Potter." It was a statement, not a question, but Harry nodded anyways.

"I am a seer," said the man. "I know that this may sound strange, but I need to talk to you. In some place private."

"I, um," mumbled Harry.

"I will not bring harm to you, if that is what you are worried about. Here, take this if you want." The seer handed Harry his wand, which Harry took.

"Oh, alright. Where should we go?" asked Harry.

"My office. It's not to far from here," answered the seer, and Harry nodded. It only took about five minutes to get to his office, but on the walk there they didn't speak at all with the seer leading the way. When they reached his office the seer motioned for Harry to go in first. Harry nervously looked around and noticed it was very dark. There were no windows, and after the seer shut the door the only light source were two candles placed by a crystal ball. The seer sat down in a chair on one side of the desk, which had the crystal ball on it, and Harry sat on the other side.

"When you bumped into me I had a premonition, a vision or warning of the future," the seer told mysteriously.

"Did I by chance win the lottery, perhaps?" guessed Harry.   

"No. This is more serious then that."

"Joy," Harry mumbled sarcastically. He didn't particularly love what future tellers usually had to say.

"First of all, you have to believe me. I am not going to tell you any lies. It may seem that I am doing this to harm you, but I am not." The seer said. Harry panicked a little at the word 'harm.'

"How do I know you aren't a Death Eater, or something?" demanded Harry.

The seer chuckled. "I am definitely no Death Eater. You do know what Veritaserum is, correct?" asked the seer. Harry nodded. The seer stood up, and walked over to a small shelf on the wall. He pulled out a glass bottle with clear liquid in it. He handed it to Harry.

"Smell it. Make sure it is Veritaserum." Harry did as he was told, and it definitely was Veritaserum. The spicy smell was very distinctive. Harry handed it back to the seer, and he put three drops into his own mouth.

"Are you a Death Eater?" demanded Harry.

"I am not." His voice was flat and expressionless.

"Are you going to tell me the truth about your premonition?"

"Yes. In all my years, I have only been wrong about the first one I made." Harry skipped the opportunity to ask something personal and said,

"That is all I need to know." The seer went to the shelf again, placed the Veritaserum back, and took a new bottle off of it. It was clear, but with a tinge of light blue -the antidote- and put three drops into his mouth. Harry decided to hand the seer's wand back to him.

"Please allow me to start again," said the seer. "I had a premonition, a very important premonition. So it is needed that you pay very close attention. I saw many things. First I saw the Dark Lord, more powerful than he is today, or ever was. I saw him surrounded by what looked like seven or eight Death Eaters. They seemed to be of high importance. Then I saw fire, a lot of fire. Everywhere. And pain. And the killing curse. Then there was nothing. It was the end of all magical people. The end of all magical creatures, even the end of the Dark Lord and all of his followers. The only things that might still be living are muggles. Although maybe not, and it would mean the complete destruction of the earth.

"But I didn't get the premonition for no particular reason, besides to know that the end of the world is coming, and all we can do is sit back and watch. Nor did I get it from you for no reason at all. You can stop the world from ending and you can keep the people living. It will not be an easy task for you, however. You have to wholeheartedly become a Death Eater, become evil and abandon your friends."

"Oh right. That makes tons of sense. How can killing people save the world from ending? I'll tell you this, you perfect seer. Your logic does not resemble our earth logic, in any way, shape or form!" Harry said irately.

"I don't like to interfere with what I see," stated the seer, his voice still calm. "Though to tell you the truth, I don't quite understand it either. I know for a fact, however, that it is what I should tell you to do. I cannot make you do anything. It's for you to decide what the best thing for everybody is."

"I honestly have no idea what to do. Can't you look into the future and see what I decide to do? It would save me a lot of time," Harry said roughly.

"I see contrasting futures. One holds an evil Harry Potter with people surviving. The other holds a good Harry Potter burnt to ashes, seemly because it is the end of the world. It is possible that you could become a Death Eater and the world will still end, if you don't become a Death Eater wholeheartedly, which would mean you would still be good." He said mysteriously.

"But I'm one bloody person! How can I stop the end of the world? And by becoming evil no less," asked Harry.

"That is not for me to know."

"But-"

"That is all I can do to help you," interrupted the seer. "Goodbye Mr. Potter." And after saying that, the seer disapparated.

Harry sat in his chair for several moments before he got up muttering, "Damn! He must be crazy. The whole bloody world? Bloody hell, this is his office."

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A/N: That is only the basics of why Harry turned evil. Remember, he's not sure what to do yet. There will be a couple more flashbacks, just for a warning. 'Cuz you gots to know the past to understand the now (the present) to understand the near future. The flashbacks tell you why people are like or where they are. For example, they should tell you why Arthur is currently… not living, and why Harry is evil, and stuff. Why am I telling you this? I have nooo clue. Next chapter: Lily and James Potter: the Perfect Couple? Well I might change the chapter title. Near future: The end of the world, if Harry isn't wholeheartedly a Death Eater. Stupid seer, what does he know…  Long author's note and I almost forgot the thanks section… (seven reviews last chapter! YAY!)

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