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 11: Falling in Love with You!

Draco was pacing. He was pissed that Granger had yet to come downstairs to get him for the meeting. The pacing was because he was worried that a certain red headed weasel was doing something to her.

He was just as bad as Pansy. 'It is my job!' Draco thought, 'To protect everyone I care for- that is a promise. Though sometimes I wish I really was the Draco Malfoy all the outsiders believe I am. I wish I was a calm, collected bastard who didn't give a fuck about people.'

He whirled around and saw Pansy chewing on one of her nails. "Pansy! Don't do that. It is unbefitting of you." He said as he crouched down and hugged her in a fit of passion.

"I have no choice. Every time she steps in that tower she is getting in more and more danger. I am just so worried." Pansy stood up so quickly that she knocked Draco over.

He just looked at her.

"I'M WORRIED, DAMM IT!"

Draco chuckled. "It would appear that my Dear Flower is falling in love! Hard." He laughed at her when she flicked him off. Before Pansy could think to do anything else he rose from his spot on the floor and moved out of her way just as there was a knock on the door.

Draco moved toward the door but it opened before he got there and Hermione skidded in. She lowered her hood and quickly moved to Pansy, giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Hello, Love." Pansy said while burying her face against Hermione's neck.

Draco rolled his eyes. "All right, love fest is over. Let's go." He said as he tried to pull Hermione away from Pansy.

"Awe, you are just jealous that you don't have your man here." Pansy said as she squeezed his cheeks lovingly. She backed up slightly when his eyes hardened and he strode out of the room.

"Maybe that was not the best thing to say, Pansy." Hermione said sadly.

Pansy nodded in agreement. "Sometimes I forget that it hurts him a lot. I know that it is not a joking matter." She added as she looked sadly at the door that was recently closed. "He has been missing for six days. You would think that I would be used to saying that he is not here. Me and my damn mouth."

Hermione nodded this time. She linked arms with Pansy as the two of them left the room also. They caught the middle of Blaise, Goyle, and Draco's conversation.

"The students and the media are not buying the crap that Harry is on vacation." Blaise said as he glanced worriedly between his companions.

"I know something is up but I can't figure out what is about to happen." Goyle said as he looked to Draco for the answer.

"We will eventually find out. I don't think the whole world is going to take that he is really enjoying a vacation with the big green guy very well." (The big green guy was the code name for Voldemort since year 2. The Slytherins are the only ones who understand whom they are talking about.)

"Yes, well I must be going. I have a bit of lion taming to do." Draco said in an off-hand way. He looked at Hermione and presented his arm so that she could take it. "Don't worry, Pansy. I will take good care of her. And, yes, Dean too." He added that part before Blaise could exchange pointed looks with Pansy.

He walked steadily with her through the halls. To anyone looking the deceptively calm couple was only out for a stroll.

"How can you be so calm when they could easily take you down. They outnumber us!" Hermione was beginning to feel the strain of living in Gryffindor tower.

Draco shrugged. "I can kick any of their asses, thank you very much. Because, believe it or not, I am quite strong."

Hermione clutched his arm. "Oh yeah, I can definitely feel those muscles."

Draco raised his other sleeve and flexed his bicep. Impressive it was, NOT!

She laughed then quickly sobered up. She let go of his arm and waited patiently as the door of the Room of Requirement popped into sight in front of them. They entered the room to hear gasps and Ron yelling, "WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?" In his sanctimonious weasel voice as he pulled out his wand.

Draco sat down on one of the benches and looked around. The Room of Requirement had provided a church-like atmosphere; benches lined the room, while a center aisle led to a platform with a pulpit facing the pews. "Relax, Weasel. I caught Miss Mudblood coming in here and decided to join her. I have been following her since the first meeting you all held and I must say that I am intrigued." Draco drawled as he crossed his legs in a casual fashion.

Ron rounded on Hermione with his wand still raised. She flinched but was not cowed.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Hermione just smiled. "You said that we needed to gather everyone we can to get Harry back. Malfoy can help. He is the only one here that can come up to Harry's power when he is awake." Hermione mentally winced as she made the dig at Ron about Harry being weak when he was asleep.

"Drop your wand, Weasel. It isn't nice to raise your wand to a young lady." Draco ground out.

Seamus reached over and lowered Ron's wand down for him. He glared skeptically at Draco. The day that Harry attacked, he knew that Draco was there. He was oblivious to the fact that Draco had helped Potter in the first place though. He kept his glare focused on Draco as he spoke, "She is right, Ron, even though I hate to admit it- we need his help."

Ron just glared as he pulled his girlfriend roughly to the front of the room.

Draco almost growled as he vowed to himself; 'Once this is done, I am going to kill that weasel bastard.' Then mentally added, 'After I get Hermione away from him.' Draco had a plan that once this was done Hermione would dump Ron but still stay in his good graces by giving the excuse that she was trying to spy on Slytherin by pulling Draco into a false relationship of friendship, With Draco and the other Sytherins who would automatically gain trust from her, they would simply tell Hermione about Voldermort and the plans that the Grffindors all seem to want. This is what Draco was hoping the weasel would get from the relationship instead of what was truly happing. Hopefully it would work.

"Did everyone bring the stuff?" Finnegan asked. "I have contacted me mum and she made us a portkey so we can go to the southern tip of the Isle of Mann." Seamus said as he showed the crowd of Gryffindors, one Slytherin and an adventurous Hufflepuff the dodgy soccer ball. "Alright, everyone, gather round."

Draco crowded around like everyone else and placed his hand lightly on the ball. He made sure that Granger was at his side. He wanted to make sure that he had someone he could trust beside him in case anything went wrong. Just before they portkeyed out of the room he saw Dean behind him and breathed a sigh of relief as the other boy nodded to him.

SSS

Harry came back from his jog absolutely exhilarated. He was at the front of the stone mansion where the property was bordered by a stone fence that came up to his knees. In all, it was quite cozy as well as picturesque.

He stood there thinking about his new life. It had been seven days since his last mission and since then Voldemort had had several group meetings which he hadn't been privy to. Occasionally, mostly during their meal times, he would direct a few comments to Harry but for the most part, Harry shrugged it off. If he were being slighted by Voldemort he didn't care; he often had intelligent discussions with Snape during meals on a wide variety of topics.

When they were alone, he and Voldemort reverted to holding discussions on world politics and books. Sometimes their conversations became so heated that there would be broken tea cups. He sighed, it did not take a genius to realize that he was dreading the mark. That was, if his body would even let Voldemort place a mark on it. The spells he had been working on lately probably would prohibit the stupid evil cult mark!

Harry hadn't really admitted it out loud yet but he knew in a strange roundabout way that he was a little too 'high' for something like a mark. He did not like the idea of being owned by someone else. There was a difference between belonging to a place and being owned. He shuddered at the thought of how Voldemort was going to react when Harry's body rejected his universal symbol of ownership.

"Ouch! My head!" Harry moaned as he moved toward the front door. Harry shook his head again as he stretched his arm up all the way, standing on his tippy-toes, before lowering his hand to touch his eyes. "But, I need to do this. I cannot bear the thought of what Dumbledore would do if he won. They need me whether they believe it or not." Harry mumbled again just before he was overwhelmed by a vision and collapsed.

He was walking down a dark lonely street, his hair hanging loose down his back. He was soon joined by a boy who looked quite similar to him and was sneering down at him. "So, we meet again, Mystery Boy." The other boy said.

Harry vaguely noticed a mask was covering his face. "What the hell do you want?" He thought it was odd that instead of seeing the vision from the outside, he was actually playing a part of it.

"I will stop you here and now." Harry growled. "You are a fool…A stupid American fool." He added as he summoned up his energy that allowed him to grasp the earth in his hand and enabled him to call forth an earth bound weapon. He ripped it out of the roots that were holding it in the earth. The sword gleamed with the wild roots clinging to it. The boy stepped back as Harry raised the sword.

He pulled back to his vision automatically thinking that he was going back to his mind. Instead he was pulled to the place that he dreaded but visited because it was necessary. "Hello, young Harry." The old woman said, her happy eyes smiling at him merrily. The ghostly figure made a hand motion for him to sit. "Have a seat." She said to him.

He smiled even though he really hated this place where he was. He sat down reluctantly. "Hello, Mrs. River."

The old woman smiled at him. "Are the visions still giving you pain?"

Harry frowned and nodded.

"Yes, well, that will go away eventually." The old woman said as she crossed her legs thoughtfully. "You should have listened to the vision that was given to you."

Harry glared and almost screamed. "You think I would really listen to something like that?" His anger was almost visible. "At the time I thought it was absolutely absurd." He smashed his hand down on the ghostly table, in reality he knew it was not there but still felt the sharp pain that sprung up his arm. He smiled in satisfaction. "I hate this. You have no idea. I wish I had never had the first vision. I hate this so much…" He threw his hand up in the air. "I HATE YOU! I never wanted this. I hate knowing who is going to die, I hate knowing what my life is going to bring me, I hate seeing him die over and over again. Every path I choose I kill him somehow!" Harry whispered the last part "Most of all, I hate myself for not knowing what to do."

Harry started to tear at his eyes. He felt blood pouring down his face. He tasted the crimson in his mouth, the metallic taste enticed him. As he started to scratch his arms he began shrieking, "I want to die. I want to get out of here and it is entirely your fault." His words were aimed at the old woman.

She was looking at him pitifully. "I gave you these visions because you were the one who needed them. You deserve the gift of sight. And yet you want to throw it away as if it were nothing." The woman wrapped her brittle fingers around his throat. "You listen to me and you listen to me now!" She did not squeeze her fingers to choke him, instead she raked her long brittle nail down his throat and caused the skin to break and bleed. "You are the only one who can change the world. It was given to you as a gift. You must always cherish your gifts. This gift is very powerful." She lifted up his hand to make them cup. "You hold the world in your hands, little one. You literally hold the Wizarding world and the muggle world's destinies in your grasp. The choices you make determine their destinies. I don't understand why you choose this path. It is not good for you but I see you're determined to have him live if this is what you want to do they stay on this course. But pay attention and choose the right path. If you stay on the right path I can promise you a good life. It will change very soon. It will not do to worry." She smiled wearily at him.

He nodded his understanding. "I will try. I will try." He said again as he was lifted and brought up to the real world.

SSS

When Harry was hit with the vision he collapsed and screamed loud enough for the whole house to hear him. The only ones in at the time were Lucius and Voldemort, who were discussing the information Harry had given them regarding the students. They both dropped their glasses when they heard the blood-curdling screams.

Lucius was on his feet as quick as it was done. He ran outside to see Potter on his knees and bent over backwards as if he were being held by a string. His arms were spread out towards his back and he was twitching painfully. Lucius managed to keep his reaction to a solitary blink of surprise when he noticed that the boy's eyes were a strange green color and there was no visible pupil- the iris dominated the whole eye.

Lucius recovered himself when he saw the boy start to claw at his eyes. He quickly restrained him. It was painful being that close to the boy as he screamed, "I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU… never wanted this. I hate knowing who is going to die. I hate knowing what my life is going to bring me. I hate seeing my him die over and over again. Every path I choose I kill him somehow."

Lucius was taken back. "How does he know?" Lucius whispered.

Voldemort was right behind him. "What is going on?" He saw that Harry's eyes were now scratched badly with a sickening amount of blood leaking from the claw marks on his neck and arms.

"I have no idea." Lucius yelled over the blood-curdling scream that was issuing from the little wizard. They both sighed in relief when they noticed Harry's eyes turn back to normal.

He blinked when he noticed Lucius apparently lounging on top of him right outside the front door to Riddle Manor with Riddle standing there observing them. "Ummm…Hello?" He inquired in a raspy voice.

Hedwig flew to his head and started to rub his eyes with her feathers. He gently tugged his hands out of Lucius' now limp hold and pushed Hedwig away. "Stop that, you silly bird. You will get blood on you." He whispered because he could not force his voice up louder than that.

"What the hell was that all about?" Lucius demanded to know. He had remained in the same position on top of the boy.

Harry squirmed around a bit, feeling the blood cake in his eyes. He finally managed to dislodge Lucius and tried to stand up. "It was nothing. Nothing at all." He edged backward as he spoke, arms away from his body so they wouldn't touch his already sticky body, trying to escape into the house and back to his room before they regained their wits.

"Liar!" Voldemort hissed, disbelieving the thought of what Harry said. "He has the gift." Voldemort said again to Lucius who was trying to clean the dirt that was clinging to his robes off.

"What gift?" He asked. When he raised his head Voldemort noticed that his eye brows were stuck together.

'He looks like an idiot!' Voldemort thought as he lost his previous train of thought.

"What?"

"What? Voldemort repeated as he shook his head.

"You said that he has the gift. What gift does he have?"

Voldemort just looked at him then raised his hand to run a finger down his favorite pet's forehead to straighten out the distracting sight. "Don't be silly. I said no such thing."

Lucius felt like he was suffering from the DÉJÀ VU. He had once asked Dumbledore why he was playing with rubber duckies and Dumbledore had answered by saying, "Don't be silly. I didn't say anything of the sort."

SSS

Harry made it back to his room without being intercepted and quickly went into the bathroom. He scrubbed his body down quickly and after checking the position of the sun he dressed in clean clothes. 'They're almost here.' He thought. He wasn't too sure how he should handle the situation.

He wrote his tantrum off as nothing. He, himself, did not know that he was going through the pain of a vision. He didn't know that he hated it. It was all coming from his thoughts; his internal conversations that he did not know he had the problems with. True, he did not like his visions, but he did not dislike them to the point where he was ready to die to stop them.

Harry's eyes glazed over when he thought of the first time he was given a vision. He had been at # 4 Privet Drive. Aunt Petunia was downstairs taking a shower after returning home from gymnastics class while Harry was putting away his own gym clothes and was contemplating the fact that he just did not understand the woman; one minute she hated him and the next minute she was begging him to go to gymnastics with her. Unbelievable really, Harry thought as he shook his head. He put on a pair of khaki shorts that were at least two sizes too big, cinched them up with a canvas belt, then pulled on a muscle shirt. He had work to do outside today trimming the hedges and planned to at least be cool while doing them.

"Potter!" Harry cringed as he heard his Uncle Vernon call him in a sickening sweet voice. It had been the summer before forth year and Harry had grown slightly, he was still about the size of a 2nd year student but he was growing... Uncle Vernon still towered over him; the same as Dudley, who was a shocking six feet tall, did.

"Coming." Harry said lazily as he put on his shoes and tied them up while idly noticing that they had a funny smell. He climbed down the stairs and went into the kitchen.

Even though his relatives were a bit scared of him since they found out he had a convict for a godfather and he knew how to kill them several different ways, he was still a bit skeptic about the whole 'I will stay away from you if you stay away from me rule'.

He looked nervously around. Uncle Vernon was just hanging up the phone. "OK, boy. No yard work for you today. Mrs. Rivers across the street is sick and she needs someone to help her. Go." Vernon flicked his wrist at the house Harry was to go to.

Harry stared at him for a few seconds in disbelief but then decided to go before the fat man changed his mind. 'Anything was better than yard work in this heat! Yep, definitely better than yard work.' He thought. He had an extra skip in his step until he faltered half way across the road. Harry's breath hitched when the magic radiating out of Mrs. River's house hit him. It was unbelievable. 'Mrs. Rivers' is a witch!' His brain practically shut down.

The car horn honking snapped him out of his stupor. He continued on across the road and up to the house. He opened the door and called, "Hello?" very lightly so that he would not wake her if she were sleeping, but still loud enough for her to hear if she were awake.

He heard an answering cough and quickly made his way into the living room to see a woman sweating, but covered up in middle of the sweltering heat wave. He went to her side, "Mrs. Rivers? I'm Harry Potter. I've come to help. Is there anything I can do for you?"

When she did not answer him he brought his hand up to her forehead. He quickly jerked back and held his hands as he stared at her. He could have sworn he saw a black dog flash in front of his eyes.

Mrs. Rivers did not answer him so he reckoned he was on his own here. He thought about it for a second then rose to go into the kitchen. He came back in a few minutes later with a large bowl of water and a cloth for wiping down the woman's forehead. The wrinkles collected the condensation and it was a fascinating sight to see her skin absorbing the water. After a time he sat back and just watched her.

Harry did not want to worry her but he thought that she was not responding to the water as well as she could. He thought about it for a bit more then asked, "Cough medicine? Do you think that would help any?"

A weak nod had him going back into the kitchen to search the cabinets for the cough suspension. He finally found some in the cupboard she obviously used as a medicine cabinet.

Returning to the aged woman, he asked her to open her mouth so that he could spoon-feed her. He once again contacted her bare skin with his and jumped back in shock when a snarling black dog jumped into his mind. It felt like a picture was vibrating in the poor shield that he had from Voldemort. He was quite shaken.

"I keep seeing a grim." He mumbled to the apparently unconscious woman who was now breathing heavily. "Does your fever have anything to do with your magic then?" He wondered aloud, confused about what to do.

He looked around and saw that the doors were closed, as were the curtains. He raised both of his hands to her forehead, hoping that maybe if he gave her some of his magic it might help her. He was surprised to find that something did happen…but not what he was expecting.

His hand tingled as he felt the woman's magic crawl up his arm. The orange blush aura crawled up and wrapped itself around his neck before absorbing into his skin and settling in his mind. He gave out a scream and passed out.

When he woke up, he appeared to be in a tea ceremony room with the old lady serving tea for him. "Ummm, hello." He said as he got up too quickly and groaned out loud from the resulting dizzy spell.

"Oh, don't move. You have been through a great power change." She said while trying to help him stand.

He noticed that the room he was in was actually only that one room and it appeared to be floating in a black abyss. He almost screamed but managed to swallow it. "Where am I?" He finally managed to ask in a shaky voice.

The old lady chuckled. "You are in limbo."

Harry sat down heavily on the chair. "But, I'm not dead." He whispered in a small voice as he felt his heart racing.

"No, child. But, I am." She smiled again and sat across from him in a soft fluffy chair.

"Oh." He managed to say. He was not sure what to think about the situation.

"Oh, don't worry, Harry. I have something to tell you." She added as she looked at him seriously. "You were willing to sacrifice your magic to restart mine. Your mind is capable of handling my gift. You have all the qualities required; you are capable of being discreet, you are calm, and you are powerful." She kept a careful eye on him as she spoke.

When Harry did not panic she raised her finger and pointed to his eyes. "My gift is the sight. I am giving you this because you have all the qualities. I was on the verge of death when you ventured into my home. I thought I was going to die without passing my gift on because I had never found a perfect candidate. Then lo and behold, there you come waltzing into my room and I had finally found you. The vision that you were picking up when you touched me was what I was seeing: the Grim."

Harry nodded in confusion. "OK, I want to go home now." He stood up and did not bother to hide the fact that he was freaked out.

"You can believe it or not, young one, but once the visions hit you they will hurt. You are going to go through one of the most beautiful changes of your life. I feel bad that I could not be there to guide you. You may not tell anyone of your gift. It is to be kept a secret. Do well and I will check up on you once in awhile."

When he woke again he looked around the room and saw the dead Mrs. Rivers. Harry went to the phone and called 999. (British police line is different from the states) After he let in the police and gave his report he went back to the Dursleys.

Harry made his way upstairs and crawled into bed once he got home. He didn't really care that they were telling him to do stuff. He couldn't be bothered to listen to them. He spent the rest of that day and the following night curled up in his bed, trying to come to terms with the death of the old woman, seeing the grim from her perspective, and the tearoom vision.

Harry snapped back from his reverie. He could still remember the tearing pain of the vision that he received that night. He had awoken frightened and sick of what he had seen. It was the death of Lupin in France. Harry quickly wrote a letter to Lupin begging him not to go to France. The next week the portkey Lupin was supposed to use was given to another person who was spilched in half and died instantly when the portkey malfunctioned.

Harry sighed in his towel. Now, on to another mission. He opened his bedside drawer and grasped his glasses. He had to do something to stop his ex-friend from getting near the safe house. He was going to go without telling Voldemort also.

That meant he needed to leave by the window. After leaping out and landing gracefully on all fours, he walked sedately into the forest without looking back.

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