Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Rating: PG

Pairing: None

Warnings: None, really.

A/N: Second in the "Just plain life" series "Storm in the inner eye" is about Harry, who's learning to be a Seer and missing flying.

"Storm in the inner eye"

Blizzard. Again.

Harry turned away from the window with a disgusted sight. Outside the wind was howling with the fury enough for a moderate-sized hurricane.

It was hopless. When there wasn't a blizzard, it snowed. When there was no snow, the wind was too strong. And when there was no snow and wind - by some unidentifyed miracle - then it was too cold to go out. Even with a warming spell.

Well, what did you expect? You're in the middle of Tibet, on the top of a mountain - and it is winter. Of course there's cold and blizzard!

Harry felt his frustration swell up and tried to squelch it down quickly. The last thing he needed now was Madame Elvyra coming to lecture him on how the development of his inner sight needed calmness and concentration. He did concentrate, damn it! Oh, how he wanted to fly...

He missed it so much - the feeling of being free. He needed it right now!

Harry took another look out of the window and sighed again. It was hopless, the blizzard was still going strong and would probably go on for several days.

He would just have to find something else to do. Harry considered the possibility of sitting down with a crystal ball and trying to find some Quidditch game to watch.

He turned and strode quietly down the hall. Reaching the archway he started to climb up the stairs trying to figure out how big was the chance Madame Elvyra would find out and throw a fit. Too big he decided, although fits were really not her thing. The ones she'd had were probably more for Harry's benefit than her really getting mad at him. He suspected she thought a good teacher should sometimes scold her students.

Maybe he should really meditate...

Glumly he opened the door to his rooms. And whose fault is that you're here, eh? Couldn't just keep your mouth shut!

Of course, he hadn't actually had a chance to do that...

Hogwarts, last spring

"Harry! Harry, wake up. Oh, Harry!"

Hermione's shrilly voice was the first thing his fuzzy brain registered. The hard floor beneath him was the second. Why am I lying on the floor in the Great Hall?

Harry sat up habitually making a quick check of his body - nothing broken, nothing hurt. Then why...

Ron and Hermione kneeled next to him with worried expressions on their faces. Really worried, like before, when he'd had...

"A vision." Harry was surprised to hear his own voice.

"They are going to name him Edward." And what was he talking about... oh, he remembered what he'd seen.

"What? Harry, who're you talking about? You okay?"

That's Ron, his brain explained helpfully. Right.

"I - I think I saw Percy and Penelope's son's Naming Ceremony. They called him Edward. Don't worry, I'm fine."

He really felt all right, just a little dizzy.

Other students and teachers had turned back to their plates after seeing nothing dangerous was going on. By now Harry Potter falling upside down was not a novel sight. And after Voldemort's defeat it usually wasn't anything important.

Some didn't share the sentiment, though.

"Harry, of course you are not fine, you just collapsed in the middle of breakfast. You should really see madam Pomfrey about this." Hermione was getting more anxious by minute.

"Calm down 'Mione. If he says he's fine, he is. After all, he should know best."

Thanks Ron.

Then Ron turned to Harry.

"What was that about Penelope and Perce naming their son? I know she's pregnant, but they had the spell done and the mediwitch in St.Mungos said it was a girl."

Harry brushed his hand trough his hair and shrugged.

"It's nothing. I guess I just sort of dozed off and dreamed. I didn't get enough sleep last night, reviewed for the Transfigurations."

"Mhm, fine. But don't tell Perce you dreamed of him naming his son Edward. That was Grandgranpa's name. He and Perce didn't get along too well. Perce kept stealing Grandgrandpa's chocolate frogs, or so Bill told me."

Ron stood up, intending to return to his breakfast. Hermione didn't give in so easily, though.

"Harry, are you absolutely sure you're fine? It's already the fourth time you have "dozed off and dreamed". I'm getting worried. I think you should really..."

She was cut off by Ginny's cry: "It's Errol!"

The owl-disaster was prevented by a quick levitation charm from Hermione. Ginny cast a thankful glance at her and took the letter.

"It's from Mom," she said. "I wrote her to ask if I could get new robes for the End of the Year Ball, my brother finishing the school and all."

She opened the letter and scanned it quickly.

"Mom sends her best wishes to us all and says to keep steady at exams - I think she means your NEWTs." She paused, did a double take and re-read the next paragraph slower.

"What is it? Has something bad happened?" Ron tried to read the letter over her shoulder.

"No, everything is fine, but something has happened. Mom complains," Ginny giggled suddenly. "Remember when Percy and Penelope had that spell done in St.Mungos? The one that was supposed to tell the gender of the baby? Well. It seems the mediwitch got the results mixed up. They got a letter from St.Mungos, with every kind of apologies and all. Mom says she has to spell all the pink things she knitted into blue now. And there's the name problem. So - listen to this, I think it's good - That turn of events was unexpected, of course. At the quickly called family council Percy brought up what he called "The name issue". He is right, of course, Edna is not an option anymore, but I really can't understand the choice they have made. I would never speak ill of the family, but Arthur's Grandfather..." Ginny looked up at them.

"They have decided to name the boy Edward, it seems." She chuckled shaking her head at Percy. "Who'd have thought..."

Then she noticed the Trio didn't share her mirth.

"What's wrong? Don't you think it's funny? I mean - Grandgrandpa and Percy are a family legend."

Hermione was the first one to answer, her voice a little shaky.

"No, it's funny all right. It's just that Harry..."

And it had snowballed from there. Hermione had convinced him to tell Dumbledore and Ron supported her. Harry's resolve had crumbled under their double assault.

So he had found himself in Dumbledore's office, sharing his odd wake-dreams with the Headmaster. There had been considerably more than the four Ron and Hermione knew about.

Then there had been tests and research, and finally the specialists from the Psychology Department of St.Mungos (Harry hadn't even known a department like that existed) had given their verdict.

A Seer.

And as a Seer he needed training.

So here he was, in the middle of Tibet, learning under Madame Elvyra's watchful eye.

And there was a blizzard outside and he hadn't gotten on broom for four months!

Well, no use whining. Some training would help him keep his thoughts off flying.

Harry took a crystal ball and set it on the floor. His favourite position for working with the crystal ball was lying on his side, head popped up on his hand.

Harry actually liked crystal balls. He'd found out soon enough that future (or some indefinite swirling mist) was not the only thing one could see in the ball. It showed present as well and could be used to watch something from distance. Quidditch World Cup, for example.

He didn't share his newfound knowledge with Madame Elvyra, though. Anyways, he suspected she already knew. Harry didn't think himself a fashion-guru, but even he could tell all Madame Elvyra's robes were the latest hit in wizarding Paris. Adding that to the fact she almost never left her tower in Tibet...

What Harry couldn't understand was why did she wear that kind of robes here where only mirrors could truly admire them. Madame certainly knew enough about Harry not to think he could actually appreciate the picture. At least she claimed she knew and Harry tended to believe her.

On his part Harry supposed she was pretty enough, but he really couldn't tell.

Madame Elvyra. After reading "A Short Introduction to the Art of Seeing" (short being a relative term) Harry couldn't even begin to guess how did the Seers came up with their names. "Madame Elvyra" wasn't that bad considering some others.

When Harry happened to mention it to Sirius, that bastard godfather of his had actually had guts to - with a totally serious face, mind you - suggest Harry should change his name to Enrico. Sirius had cracked up only after listening to Harry's heated protest for some time. Yeah, very funny.

Harry still couldn't get used to it. He'd had visions of Voldemort, but he had thought they were just caused by his curse scar and the magical connection it created. The Psychology wizard from St.Mungos had told his connection with Voldemort had kept him from having visions about anything - or anyone - else but Voldemort. And with Voldemort gone...

It seemed surreal. Sometimes there were days when he couldn't get anything out even from a simplest Tarot'-reading. Days when he thought the ones from St.Mungos had made a mistake and it all had been a passing malady. But then something would happen...

Like the story that finally made him like the crystal balls.

Well, it was like that. One day he'd looked into his crystal ball and seen the beginning of a Quidditch game. He'd been surprised, because it was the Cannons - Harpies game and that was supposed to be held on Friday. And it was only Tuesday. Anyways, he had decided the game was being played earlier for some reason and happily watched the game.

When he'd talked to Sirius on Sunday, Sirius had told him how much Remus and he had enjoyed the Cannons - Harpies game when they'd gone to see it. On Friday.

Oh, well. Those things happen.

Maybe it isn't so bad to be a Seer after all? At least I can see some interesting things.

Harry adjusted his position and decided to take the risk of being scolded by Madame Elvyra.

The newspapers they had told Britain's new Minister of Magic would give a press conference this afternoon. He'd really like to see Mr.Weasley's first performance in his new role.

Harry relaxed and felt the beginning of a light trance coming over him.

Well, let's see...

Next: "Cards, Tealeaves and Grim"