Time line of Through the Seer's Eyes
September 20, Is when the spell was put on
September 23, Draco started to notice changes
September 28, is when Draco saw Harry in the forest (Tuesday)
October 4 is when the spell is lifted off (this is on a Friday)
October 5, Hogsmeade day
October 6, Tea w/ Voldemort
October 9, first mission
Chapter 10: Ninja
Harry stretched comfortably and yawned. "Ouch!" He complained when his forgotten book hit his foot. He stood up and looked at the clock in the room before pausing. "Wait a minute. Oh, yeah. I was given a room." He nodded to himself then shook his head.
"I need a shower… BADLY!" Feeling the stickiness of sweat and grime on him, he headed for the bathroom. "OK, so, I have two hours before I catch that portkey. That is enough time to wash this massive pile of hair and then eat some breakfast." He took off his glasses and revealed his alter ego. (He likes to call it that.) Harry went back to his philosophical digressions and considered the fact that Harry Potter was, in fact, now his alter ego and his new appearance was the permanent one. He sighed once the soothing heat of the water settled into his cramped muscles. It was not long before he held his breath and dived under the water to get the dirt and grime out of his hair. He groaned in delight after he resurfaced. He let the shampoo stay in his hair to let it clean by itself and waited a few minutes before dunking his head again and opened his eyes. He almost screamed when he saw a figure on the edge of his pool/bath. He tried to hold his breath, but once the burning of his lungs became a problem he snapped his head forward spraying the man with water. And while he was distracted with his complaining about the water, Harry put on his glasses once more resorting to Harry Potter.
"Sorry ta' scare ya', man. Just waned ta' tell ya' that Voldie is waitin' for ya'.
Harry nodded vigorously and then sputtered. "Wait a minute! I thought you said I was going to have privacy if I was in a state of undress." He scolded the man even as he stood there butt naked and glaring at the messenger.
"'Orry. When Oldie' calls, there is no stopping him." The man said and walked away.
Harry grabbed a around for his towel, embarrassed that he had someone in his room while he was naked in the bath. "Damn! I must remember to put a ward up that makes the door stay locked while I'm busy." He mumbled.
He went to his trunk, towel wrapped around his waist after making sure the door was locked. He brought out a pair of black dickens pants, a black tank top, and a black and silver robe that Sirius had purchased for him.
In the inside it had the mauraders tag it said:
Property of the mauradersIf we haven't pranked you yet- we are sorry. We will!
Harry chuckled under his breath as he tied up his combat boots. He walked out of the hall and locked his door with a powerful locking spell. It would let him in, and only him, but no one else. He walked to the hall that had people munching on food. He thought it was a little weird to see people having breakfast at a man's house…ah snake's house…when he was nowhere in sight.
He wasn't too sure of what to do again. "Aah! Harry. Have a seat and eat. Then we will give you the portkey to leave."
Harry nodded and took the last seat at the table. He looked around at the food and cringed at all the bacon and eggs. He was surprised to see a plate pop in front of him filled with strawberries, and a nicely sliced cantaloupe. He smiled gratefully and began munching down.
He was surprised to see Hedwig in the hallway flying towards him with the paper. She dropped it in front of his plate and landed on his arm. He held up a piece of bacon from off his plate and laughed when she smashed her face into the plate and devoured the food.
Harry grinned at the woman sitting next to him as she rolled her eyes at the owl's antics. He hoped that he had hidden his surprise at the delivery of the Daily Prophet. He did not take the subscription and was actually a bit worried about why it had been sent to him.
He opened the newspaper and frowned. He was on the cover. He was flying around, joyriding on his Firebolt. He looked at the headline:
Harry Potter on Vacation.
During the last two days people have been wondering where Harry Potter is. Potter, a 7th Year at Hogwarts this year, seems to have disappeared from school and left some of us wondering where exactly our hero is. We, the Daily Prophet, have the exclusive.
Harry Potter has decided to take a vacation from the wizarding world. We interviewed his best friend, a Mr. Ronald Weasley, who provided us with the details. "Yes, well, Harry has not been up to speed with everything and we have all been worried about him. He just needed to get out of school and with me being his best mate, (Harry sneered here.) I mentioned it to our Head of House and she and Dumbledore arranged for him to have a week off."
Harry snorted and tried to keep his juice in his mouth. "That lying son of a bitch." He said aloud. Loud enough for the people sitting around him to stop what they were doing and look at him enquiringly. He continued to read to himself:
We decided to go to Dumbledore for confirmation. He was not very forthcoming at first but when faced with the evidence we have gathered so far he decided to add some clarification to the situation. "Yes, young Mr. Potter was going into a type of shell that we thought could eventually leave him to become a nothing, We wanted him to be the way he was before. So, yes, when Mr. Weasley expressed concern to Professor McGonagall, we came up with this idea. I care deeply for young Harry, he is like a grandson to me, and I was happy to let him leave for a while."
Since the newspaper is having its doubts on the story that has been given to us and we decided to ask some of his fellow students what their reactions to his disappearance were.
"Potter…We have been seeing him in his quiet shell for about a month now, only sometimes speaking to say please and thank you, we were all afraid that he would become a new ' You know who'. He has such power. Him being a parseltongue (we carried this exclusive during Mr. Potter's Second year) and him doing wandless magic when he is angry. We all just reckoned that he had turned then. But now we are not even sure. We knew he was depressed. We saw all kinds of cuts and bruises all over his face and hands and just assumed he was hurting himself."
Our source only provided this information on the grounds that he remain anonymous. We have not been able to verify the facts surrounding Mr. Potter, but we suspect that it is a cover-up for a much larger story. Meanwhile- have no fear, fellow reader. Risa Kiddle is on the case!
Risa Kiddle
Harry ran his hand through his hair. "At least they are attempting to cover it up." He pocketed the newspaper to read later. It would not do to not keep abreast of what was happening in the Wizarding world.
He was contemplating his next move and did not notice the people around him staring at him until he looked up. Voldemort was motioning for him to approach him.
"This is the portkey. It will activate at exactly 11:46. You will have exactly two hours to find the shop and get the man and the book to a secluded place where you can portkey back here."
Harry nodded his head. He was handed a small tennis ball. He held it firmly and looked at the clock. He had three minutes. 'Might as well look over the material.' He thought as he walked back to his seat to finish his breakfast that he neglected while reading the Prophet.
(POP)…He disappeared from the room at the appropriate time.
Voldemort waved to Lucius. "Follow him and make sure he does it correctly."
Lucius nodded and accepted his own portkey. He too disappeared.
SSS
Harry walked across the street to the small shop where the book of Gruige was at. He sat at a Café just outside it and watched the patrons come and go for several minutes. He ordered a cup of coffee so that he would not look to conspicuious and drank it leisurely.
SSS
Lucius watched the boy as he sipped the coffee and waited also. Fifteen minutes later saw him starting to become annoyed with the him. It was not the time to enjoy himself. He immediately perked up when Harry stood up and began to saunter toward the door. He watched as a car passed in front of the kid and when it passed, he was gone. Lucius gulped, "Oh shit! Where did he go?" He immediately looked around to see if anyone had heard his un-gentleman like display.
SSS
Harry had waited for the perfect time to get up and pay his bill before dodging back across the street. He felt eyes on him from a different direction. 'Maybe because my scar is blaring "Harry Potter" at everyone.' He quickly took off his glasses and became DUN DUN DUNNN Harry!
Harry shook his head at his thoughts. Sometimes he had real issues with accepting just how strange a child he really was. He entered the store with a smile plastered on his face and began browsing around. He quickly figured the layout of the shop; separate sections clearly defined somewhat ancient, old, or brand new depending on what you were interested in.
Harry eyed the old man and practically sweat dropped like in those animes that Dudley liked to watch when he was younger. The shop was done in a typical Chinese style- complete with a very old man. "Great! Now all we need are a few scrolls and a band of ninja for this place to be straight out of the books.
He did a double take, looking rather astounded as he noticed there were, in fact, scrolls lying on a desk next to where the old man was working. "There are the scrolls." He mumbled to himself.
"Hello, young man."
Harry was startled. "Ummhi!" he finally managed.
He looked over to where the voice was coming from and noticed a glass case that was hanging on the wall. It was the book he had been sent to fetch. "Great! Now all I have to do is"…notice that the book cover was in some weird language that he had never seen before. He went back to browsing only to be stopped by the old man again.
"Young man, I notice that you were looking at my old book."
Harry nodded and decided to go up to the counter that the old man was sitting behind. "Yes. It is very intriguing. What language is it written in?"
The old man chuckled. "Ahh. The ancient language of Grudges of course. It is the first recorded language that we know of. It was written even before the language of the birds."
Harry smiled. "Just last year someone deciphered the language of the birds. It is a beautiful language." He added in a small voice.
"Yes. I have to agree. Though I don't have the slightest clue to what they are saying."
Harry chuckled with him.
"Would you like to see it?"
Harry nodded vigorously. He was intrigued! To actually hold a book that was older than the ancient language of the birds. He fairly quivered with repressed excitement.
The old man removed the book from its case and was soon flipping the pages gently and reading softly. "In the year 9 B.C. a man named Takuhusran of the East decided he needed to develop a way of communicating over long distances. He made up the language of Grudges. The language consists of symbols of what he thought was important. This book is the book he wrote to commemorate his creation of a certain cartouche necklace and the nine arrows of the east." The man caressed the book cover.
He continued. "It is said that whoever possesses the cartouche and the arrows can summon and control the earth bound demons and dark artifacts."
Harry's breath hitched as he looked at the book in awe. "May I please look at it?" He asked, completely forgetting his time allotment.
"Of course. Sit here and read. Would you care for a mug of cocoa also?
Harry nodded as he flipped through the book. He took care to only touch the very tip of each right hand page. He recognized the quality of workmanship; the pages themselves had been made with rice paper that had been used by the Egyptians some eight thousand years ago and the binding was hand-stitched tooled leather made from the rare purple dragon of China.
He gazed in confusion at the cartouche symbol, awe mingled in at the same time. He was brought back to the present when he heard the bell over the door jangle as someone opened it and he jumped slightly, clutching the book to his chest and looking around sensing danger.
The old man returning with two cups of cocoa noticed the boy clutching the book and looking around fearfully. He then looked at the man who had entered the store.
"Mr… Come here." Harry whispered to him. "I think you are in danger." He was confused and did not like the feeling. It was much easier when one knew who their enemies were.
"I know." The old man said. "So, is this all you would like to purchase today, young man?" He asked.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. "You can come with me." He whispered before adding in his normal voice. "Yes."
The old man sipped his cup of cocoa as he meandered around gathering up scrolls and making his way to the cash register. "These scrolls go with that book you just purchased. How would you like them packed?" He looked pointedly at Harry.
Harry grumbled. "Standard packing, please." He watched as the old man efficiently put a travel spell on them and placed them in the messenger bag he placed on the counter for him. As Harry dug in his coat pocket for his purse he did not notice the old man placing a necklace in the bag with the book and scrolls.
"That will be twenty galleons, young man. I hope you enjoy your purchases."
Harry eyed the old man who was quickly and efficiently hustling him out the door. He recognized a shove for what it was but nodded and said his thanks while the old guy added, "Have a nice day and you come back when you have more than a few minutes to spare. I have plenty more books we need to talk about."
Harry nodded again. He looked at his watch and cringed. "Damn, I have fifteen minutes before I can get out of here. I am going to need to find a place to wait until then." He started to walk toward the outskirts of town when he heard a BOOM!
Harry quickly whirled around and noticed smoke starting to pour from the buildings in the section of town he had just left. He felt bad for the kind old man. "Why would they kill him?" He muttered out loud.
He refused to reenter the city. Even if he could help he did not want to get caught in the crowd. He sat on a rock and listened as people began screaming in fear because of the explosion.
"How the hell am I going to explain this?" He hissed then glared at an old woman who was gesturing for him to go help. She made a rude gesture at him then wandered off in another direction when he just dropped his head and continued to wait for the portkey to activate.
Just when he thought he would be able to return to England with no further problems three men materialized in front of him. He knew he confused them when he started laughing so hard that he fell off the rock backwards.
"Ninjas! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Harry howled.
"Give us the book!" One of them said.
"Give us the book!" Harry mimicked him then dissolved into another round of laughter at his accent. "This is just about the tackiest Ninja movie I know of."
He defiantly didn't expect a knife to go wizzing past him close enough to graze his cheek. "OK! Now I am pissed. I don't have your book and after that I wouldn't give it to you if I did have it. Now get the fuck out of here before you get hurt!" Harry said as he stood up.
One of the men sent a high kick and Harry back flipped out of the way. He hissed angrily at the three stooges as he made a mental note to send Aunt Petunia a thank you card for letting him take Gymnastics while at middle school as he did another back flip in the air. He managed to do a round house sweep kick and take one of the bad guys down just before he winked out of existence and reappeared in front of Voldemort who was sitting in his chair.
Harry managed to hang upside down in mid-air for several seconds before he regrouped and landed gracefully on his feet. "Did you know that ninjas still exist?" He asked as he looked around, confused as to why the man was leveling his wand at him.
He turned around and saw Lucius Malfoy with his wand up also. "Hi?" He questioned, not sure of what to say when you are being threatened for no apparent reason.
Lucius continued to stand there ready to hex his balls off. "OK, wait! Shit!" Harry remembered that he had not changed back. He scrimmaged around in his bag for his glasses and placed them on his nose. "Now do you recognize me?" He asked as he watched Voldemort sitting there looking like a snake with an unhinged jaw.
"You?" He asked as he turned back to Lucius. Lucius had just managed to resemble a fish out of water. "Jeez! I have bad hair days all the time…It's not that critical." He rolled his eyes and sat down in one of the chairs as he waited for the two lack-wits to recover whatever marbles they just dropped.
"Where is the decipherer?" Voldemort finally asked when he realized that Harry was by himself and there was not another person in sight.
"Who?" Harry asked, more than just a little confused by the question.
Lucius explained. "A decipherer is an ancient elder who can read absolutely any language. He is the equivalent of the Pope to the Wizarding world. You know, the old man we sent you out to bring back?"
Harry's eyes widened. He could not have possibly been the decipherer. Not that old man. Shite, shite, shite! "Well, you see, we had a few technical difficulties." He stopped speaking when he noticed Voldemort's red eyes beginning to glow an unhealthy color of vermillion.
One word had Harry cringing. "WHERE?"
"There were some explosions and then some ninja. Anyway, you would have thought that someone would have mentioned ninjas to me. Or, maybe warned me that they were after the old guy? Hmmm?" He knew he was rambling. He did not want to admit that Voldemort's eyes blazing caused his heart to skip a few beats…it made him feel like death was staring at him. He finally noticed that his rambling was not going well with Voldemort and he hitched his breath and attempted a different tactic.
"Wait. I know how to translate it. With all the resources, I could probably do it in a month." Harry said, trying to get the anger to settle.
Voldemort did not say anything for the longest time. He just sat, eyes closed, and attempted to regain his breathing.
When Harry saw the eyes close it was like someone had unclenched his heart. He was just waiting to see what he would do next. "Let me explain, OK? The man was trying to save my life because they interrupted our transaction at the book shop. He could not come with me without tipping them off to the fact that I already had the book in my hands when they walked into the shop. He died giving me a few minutes time to get away."
Voldemort finally opened his eyes and delivered judgment. "You have 24 hours to get that book translated." Then he apparated out of the room, leaving Lucius to escort Harry to a place where he could work.
Harry eeped. "You don't happen to know where a nice quiet library is do you?" He asked the frowning Malfoy.
Lucius nodded and practically ran to the library. He really felt for the young boy and hoped that Voldemort would spare him if he showed some progress. He also thought fleetingly about how his son was going to take it if his lover was killed by their Lord.
Harry quickly emptied out his messenger bag and began a methodical check of what all the old man had given him. He was soon engrossed in looking at the scrolls, trying to decipher the first word.
He didn't pay much attention to Lucius after he started. The grim look on the older man's face was not conducive to light chatter. He did register eventually that Lucius had left and locked the door behind him. For some reason the sound of the lock caused him to start rummaging more frantically through the bag.
He saw the necklace but was not quite sure what it was for so he sat it down and resumed searching. He looked at what he assumed were translations in French, Gereman, Japanese, and Chinese. Some of the scrolls even had characters from all four languages mixed together.
It was strange, Harry knew that all the modern languages were based on Latin. The romantic languages were all based on it: French, Spanish, Portuguese, English, and German to name a few. The symbols on the book seemed as if they did not have any basis whatsoever. He racked his brain looking at the first page, paced back and forth as he tried to think of a common denominator. He was struggling and knew that there would be no help with brainstorming- no one would dare enter the library. Even if they were not under the impression that he needed space to work, they would not have interfered because Voldemort gave him the task.
Harry's eyes began to hurt. There was just no fucking point of reference from where he could start to work. He huffed out loud and swiped his glasses off because they kept sliding down his nose and annoying him. He let the long hair cascade over his shoulders and twirled a finger through the black locks.
Harry finally looked over at the necklace. He was sickened that he had wasted three precious hours already and hadn't translated the first word. He picked up the necklace and noticed that it was a circle shaped medallion. Three different sized circles moved in the same counterclockwise motion. He noticed that there were samples of the same characters that were in the book on the first dial. The second dial was ancient Latin. The third dial, the smallest one, was in Japanese.
Harry practically screamed. He could not resist jumping up and down a few times chanting, "I figured it out! WHOOHOO!" The cartouche necklace served as a Rosetta stone! His jubilation only lasted a few seconds before he got back to work.
He quickly got out the ancient Latin scroll and began looking back and forth at the symbols. He looked at the first word of the book, looked at the symbol, matched it up with the similar symbols on the Latin book, looked at the other two scrolls for the words there and then set up a pen spelled to write the words he spoke in English. After about fifty pages, or somewhere around midnight, he was able to read the whole book without referring back to the dial.
Sometimes he needed help with the symbols for directions but that was it. He paced back and forth along the table and spoke out loud as if he were reading a book in English. He smiled when he noticed he only had twelve pages left.
Looking up at the clock, he noticed that it was 6:00 in the morning. "I guess I'll go get a cup of tea." He said to himself. Before he could turn to the door, a tray with tea, milk and sugar appeared. He looked at the offending cuppa' and shrugged. "I guess he really wants me to get this done."
He was really beginning to want to escape the room. It was a vast library, filled to overflowing with books that he would love to read eventually, but not today. He carefully sipped his drink, trying to avoid burning his mouth, and felt his resentment grow that he was being treated like a prisoner…a very well treated prisoner, but there was no denying the fact that he was being held against his will.
He was surprised to see Snape and Malfoy Sr. enter the room a few minutes later. He nodded his head at them respectfully and they returned the polite greeting as they gathered their tea from the plate that magically popped up in front of them.
"How are you doing?" Snape asked. He was looking at the complete mess Harry had strewn all over the long table at the beginning of the evening and was actually beginning to fear quite desperately for the boy's life.
"Almost done." He smiled at them, deciding to finish the rest by writing it. He sat down and with the exception of getting stuck once, he finished rather quickly.
When he was finally done he whooped for joy. "All right!" He scared Lucius and Severus out of their chairs. He looked at Lucius and asked, "Where is Voldie? I need to give this to him."
Severus looked up from studying one of the Greek scrolls. "He should be in his office."
Harry nodded and skidded off to find the office, running on adrenaline and enthused that he still had an hour before he got summoned. He wanted to give it to him as soon as possible for some strange reason. Remembering the glowing red eyes from earlier, maybe it wasn't such a strange reason…
Harry, while running, looked at the pages of translated manuscript in his hands. It was very powerful stuff, anyone who could get their hands on it would be able to control some powerful stuff. It was dangerous.
His steps slowed as he considered his options. He looked contentedly at his work, knowing that the world was at his fingertips. He could pull it off and practically take over the place without anyone noticing. He sighed once more mocking himself and his split personalities, which he was beginning to think of as a problem.
He looked around before opening chapter fifteen and removing three pages. These would be his. He did not trust Voldemort enough to let him have this kind of magic. Also, making a gaping hole in the book would give him insurance in the event that he was wrong; he would be able to change the course of history with a single chant.
He soon arrived at Voldemort's door and knocked.
"Come in."
Harry opened up the door and walked silently up to the desk. He smiled and handed him the translated papers.
Voldemort only nodded before looking up at him for a bit. "Do realize that I do not use the name Tom in public. It is, however, fine when we are alone. The only others allowed to call me by name are Lucius and Severus."
Harry nodded.
"Go. Rest." When Harry didn't move he politely added, "Was there something else?"
Harry nodded. "I was wondering if I could go outside later? I enjoy running and would like to put in a few miles if it is possible. I should also like to try some new spells." He waved his hand vaguely at the manuscript he had just delivered to him.
Voldemort nodded. "You are allowed to go out but stay away from the civilians. After you take the mark I will let you venture into town. Right now I will expect you to leave a note for me anytime you leave your room."
Harry vaguely wondered if this is what it was like to have a father. He managed to sound normal as he said, "Yes, Sir. I can do that." He was thankful for the fact that he had not lost his temper. He really needed to stay here. If that meant telling someone where he was 24/7 he could do it. He even understood that Voldemort was doing this because he did not want Harry to betray them by returning to Dumbledore and telling him where they were. (yeah right like he would every say any thing to that bastard.)
Harry had no intention of ever letting Dumbledore know where he was hiding. His real motivation was the fact that nature was a big part of his life and he intended to set one of the spells from the Grudge book on himself…then it would be an even bigger part of his life.
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