The Blind Spot in the Seer's Eyes
Summary: One young wizard with powers Professor Trelawny never even dreamed of. A man twisted in his bloodlust. The time for action is now. Follow the young wizard as he learns of deception, and how his powers have condemned him.
Chapter 2: Prejudices
The two of them, Todd and Professor Dumbledore, conversed about Todd's new teaching position. The professor told him that he would be learning along with the students, and this was his chance to help the pupils defend themselves. Todd agreed after hearing that.
"Professor Severus Snape will take you to your new room," Dumbledore informed. Snape was standing by the door, and then started when he was mentioned.
He gulped and looked at the boy in front of Dumbledore's desk. "Follow me, Mr. Farring," he said, overhearing his name while waiting in the doorway.
"Please, call me Todd. After all, we are going to be working together. May I call you Severus?" Todd asked politely.
"Of course." Snape led Todd briskly down different corridors. "Please remember the way. I wouldn't want anyone else to be inconvenienced with having to show you to your room, again," he said.
Todd eyed him suspiciously. They stood there for a few minutes. Todd couldn't help but take a dislike to the potions master. He understood how a bad past could shape a person, but he firmly believed that one shouldn't take one's past out on others.
"Tell me the points system, please. Professor Dumbledore barely skimmed that topic with me in his office," he requested with icy civility.
"Points are awarded or taken away from a house depending on the action. Achievements get rewarded with house points. Rule breaking is punished by taking them away." It was obvious Snape didn't know why the boy in front of him looked at him in distaste. He hadn't done anything to him, and the boy's father happened to be one of the few that made it to Snape's Respected list.
"So if I chose to be blind to one house's failures, that is completely within my power to do so?" Todd questioned shrewdly.
"I'd strongly advise against it." It was then he remembered Jonathan Farring proudly announcing to the Order that his son was a Seer. Injustice sprang up in his head. How dare the boy detest him because of his past? He'd put it right, and was now on the right side. What had he done wrong? An angry scowl appeared on his face as his lip quivered. He turned around and strode away, leaving Todd in the doorway to his room.
Todd sighed. Some people just don't get over their prejudices, he thought. He observed his room. It was fairly large, and had a hardwood floor. It was circular, and directly in the middle of everything was a rug. As Todd examined it, he noticed the fibers were cursed to form a nonmoving picture. He smiled as tears filled in his eyes. There they were; Todd and his parents. Todd was being held by his mother. He was only five, and he was on her shoulder. His father had an arm around the both of them, the two adults beaming with happiness, love, and pride. Todd was laughing with joy in the picture.
Knowing that this rug would not make a good meditation rug, he moved it by the bookcase. Upon looking at that, he noticed it was filled to the brim with Defense against the Dark Arts books. He sat in the middle of the room, and practiced his breathing, and tried his hardest to clear his mind. Even though he was a very skilled Seer, he still could not perform Occlumency or Legilimency at all. Truth be told, he didn't need Occlumency. Being a Seer, his mind was too complicated for others to see into, anyway, but if there was a strong thought in his head, like worry, anger, or grief, a beginning Legilimens could see it in his eyes without even trying.
A long time had passed before Todd looked at his watch, again. It was midnight. He shook his head to rid himself of the nothingness, and changed into the pajamas he found in his dresser. He climbed into bed, and slipped off into dream-troubled sleep.
"Snivellus," a handsome boy snarled.
The scene swirled.
"Not Harry! Please! Take me, instead! Not Harry!" a redheaded woman yelled. She held onto her baby.
It changed again.
"In a few minutes, Ginny Weasley will be dead." A tall, dark haired teenager stood over a young girl with vibrant, red hair.
"Ginny!" a different boy called to the girl. He had dark hair, too, and bright, green eyes. On his forehead was an odd, lightening bolt scar.
The setting adjusted.
"Is that the best you can do?" It was the handsome boy from before; only he wasn't a boy anymore. He had shouted to a woman who had been beautiful at one time. A curse was shot at him, and he plunged into the depths of a black veil.
Colors meshed together as everything distorted.
"I could be a valuable asset to the Death Eaters," said a very young man. He's face was not visible, his voice, undistinguishable.
"The Dark Lord has heard of you. He does not like men who crave blood and are not cursed as vampires or half-vampires. It revolts him, as does the fact that you are Muggleborn," said a rough voice. It was Lucius Malfoy.
"How…" The young man from before stopped before he finished the question. He shook his head. "Does the Dark Lord know that one of his faithful followers is married to a Muggleborn?" he asked viciously.
"Of course. The Dark Lord knows all. The loyal one you are speaking of has paid for his mishap. The Dark Lord knows that we lesser mortals feel love, and understands that there is very little that can be done to change it." The voice was getting irritated.
"I can still be of worth to you!" the younger man pleaded.
"The Dark Lord doubts it. He wished us to dispose of you. Why? You are harmless. Crucio!"
At this point, Todd jerked awake. He wiped the sweat off his face with the sleeve of his pajamas. He rubbed his eyes, and willed himself to go back asleep. He promised himself no more dreams, and it worked. He did not even remember the dream when he awoke.
In the morning, Todd got up, showered and dressed, as it was the day he would meet the students at the feast. He wondered if he should alter his appearance to make himself look less striking. He pondered, and then decided against it. Thinking of all the teachers who had used this room before him, he knew he would not be the most unusual looking.
(A/N: You know, I didn't think I'd get a single review for this, even though the title's really clever, especially cuz it's very relevant to the story, but hey, it's not about Harry. Who wants to hear about some guy with powers? Someone does...
Tekvah Ariel: The direction goes the way of the books I was reading a lot of when I started this. I was reading a lot of J.D. Robb, and her mysteries, and I thought, hey, maybe I should write something like that. Then this guy invaded my head, and he became the main character. Thank you for reviewing, again. I noticed you advertised Falling Stars, again. Wow. You'll make me one of those authors with 1,000 reviews yet! XD. I appreciate it. Hope you like this chapter. :-)
Remember, my poor, anorexic ego is close to dying. Your reviews will help revive it ;-) I always want to hear about what you've got to say.)