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"I am Talking."
'I am Thinking'
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There could be infinite number of ends to a situation and yet one chooses what they think is best for them
and that makes all the difference...
~ R-Kade
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Previously in SotW-
Least to say, Harry had a seriously very good idea of exactly who this girl was going to be. Plus this way, Greengrass will be able to meddle with his life more and more. 'But what about the his neutrality? Won't it be tarnished by joining hands with what the public perceives as a light house?...Wait...! ' Harry reopened the letter and focused on just one line, '...proud grandfather of two girls...' he shook his head and threw the parchment away, 'What a shoddy little conniving bastard you are Gerald... '
Harry just crushed the letter once before crushing it even more and throwing it to a side. He will need to teach the old man that Hadrian Potter was not his common everyday snot stuck noble house brat. And to do so, Harry fished out his letter writing parchments from his trunk and started with the most adequate reply. Tomorrow he would send the letter with Lily when she returned from his latest letter and Rune Parchments he sent his old man today.
Silence of the Winters
-by Dev Sagittarius Black
~~Chapter 13: The minds of Divination ~~
Stepping down from the staircase of the great hall, Aurora Sinistra rushed off after a specific teenage male wizard who was walking towards the library along with a fellow Ravenclaw girl who was chatting animatedly with him. Something painful clenched Aurora's heart when she saw Harry give a soft smile to the girl who blushed hard in response 'What did the girl do to get him to smile?' immediately the hot professor's brain registered the asian girl as a potential threat.
"Harry! Wait." She cried and internally cheered as both the teens stopped and turned towards her, both having identical inquisitive frowns on their faces.
"Yes Professor?" Harry asked her making her pause a bit as she perceived the tiny thrill she got every time he addressed her, she wondered how her name would sound on his tongue as he moans it? 'Damn you Aurora. Don't make a fool of yourself! For Circe's sake, he is just a thirteen year old boy!'
"I wanted to know if you are free ton-I mean today's afternoon?" She asked him with all the professionalism she could offer.
Harry paused for a moment before nodding "I am professor, is there something you want from me?"
Aurora nodded "Actually, I do. Could you help me with decorating my tower? I mean the Astronomy tower? Every year I choose someone who is willing to help me do it, this year I want you." This was of course a white lie but he was a first year, he won't know if Aurora choose anyone earlier or not and she certainly won't mind making this a tradition to be performed every year if Harry is the one helping her.
Harry just shrugged, "Sure professor, I will be there after lunch. If that is all?" He asked her and got her affirmative response. Though Aurora clearly saw that the little girl was not that pleased and she had narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her 'Hah! Take that little girl! You might have made him smile but I will make him laugh in the end!' She gave a small smirk that was only noticed by Su before moving away.
"She seemed a little weird, don't you think so Harry?" Su asked her crush who was moving towards the Library for further completion of their holiday homework.
"Weird? No, she has always been like that." he said nonchalantly.
"Always?" Su asked as she quirked her eyebrow in contemplation and frowned when Harry nodded in affirmative.
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Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore gave a huge smile as he saw the first year teachers enter his office for the yearly meeting. He absolutely loved this part of the year. It helped in knowing each and every student's progress and how they were performing in classes as well as how much of an intelligence they bore. This way he could easily help the future of wizarding Britain in seeing and doing things the right way. This also gave him a good idea as to who had the heart to become his ally...and the will to become his foe.
But the teachers need not know this. He was sure they just saw this as an yearly meet to develop the underprivileged students and work for their betterment. And he had no problem with that, let every fool build his own castle till it's the time for reality to demolish it. They didn't know and didn't care while he knew and didn't want them to care.
He had not planned on becoming all this and using such a useful and good thing for such things. But then, Voldemort came and he forced to witness the rise of dark powers while the light diminished. He thought of knowing how the wizard was causing the unbalance and came up with the knowledge of a 'hiring' session going on in several secret places and rich manors of Wizarding Britain.
And THAT, had provided him with an idea on how to counter the changes, from then onwards when Voldemort focused on Purebloods and rich half-bloods, Albus Dumbledore started focusing on poor ones or rich and/or muggleborns with interesting qualities. After all, if the purebloods had family magicks then the newborns had a different quality of their own. If nothing else then at least they had a more potent source of magical power than the inbred bigots who ruled Britain.
And so, was created the very first Order of the Phoenix and an army of student wizards who were ready to fight if push came to shove.
Sadly, it was exactly then that Sybil Trelawney gave that prophecy and Alandale Potter became the Boy-Who-Lived by defeating, not killing, the dark lord Voldemort. Dumbledore only knew how devastated he was that night. All his plans. All the carefully crafted plots went straight into gutter. Each and every of his manipulations was undone by a mere toddler!
But all was not gone. This was the thought he had when he reached the dilapidated Potter cottage. Both James and Lily Potter were dead and there was no trace of Voldemort except for the black Acromantula silk cloak that Voldemort wore which was covered in ashes and presence of the evil magic reeking piece of soul in the green eyed Potter's lightning bolt scar. He immediately guessed what happened there, Alandale Potter was The Chosen one of fate, he destroyed Voldemort's body and got marked on the cheek with a 'V' shaped scar while Hadrian Potter due to being less magically powerful got the piece of soul accidentally torn off in the encounter.
The situation was still under control and he sent Alandale to his most ardent supporters who would shape the boy's mentality to listen to every thing he said while Hadrian Potter would have to live somewhere else. Somewhere far, very far from where he could not even get a whiff of what his surname meant and how much power he held. While he, Dumbledore kept on with the ingenious method of measuring each of his student's potential and shaping them to do the right thing when the time really came.
"Since all of us are already here, I would like to announce the commencement of our annual Student's Performance Meet." Dumbledore announced with a jovial smile and clapped twice giving the elves signal to send in the rune plated chairs for each member of his staff, if his staff members perceived it as some obscure branch of the super powerful wandless transfiguration that only he knew of, well all the better.
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"Derrick."
Derrick Moonsbow, fifth year Ravenclaw prefect looked up from his current place on the recliner in front of the common room fireplace with the fifth year charms book in his hands "Potter? Hey buddy, sup?"
"I am good Derrick, though I had a question." This was the first time Harry had to ask someone something and that's because it wasn't related to studies or any such thing.
"Finally decided to ask a senior for help did you? I am glad you did, I was going to come to you for you know...your grades are mediocre at best. I don't think it's good to not focus on anything else." Derrick gave the first year Potter an encouraging smile when he didn't get anything from his expressions.
"Yes well, I needed to know about a person not subject Derrick." Harry really didn't know where in hell's name did the boy think of helping him with studies of all things.
"A person?" Harry nodded. Derrick shrugged "If they are in Hogwarts I can tell you, if not then I will have to ask Matilda, she is more into general knowledge and facts y'know."
Harry nodded it was actually her he was going to because according to his memory, it was her who had said something about the person he wanted to know about but she had actually left for Winter holidays. So it was Derrick Moonsbow this time. "Have you ever heard the name Sybil Patricia Trelawney?"
Derrick looked at him for full five seconds before bursting out laughing, holding his stomach. Harry was confused, why would a responsible boy like Derrick be laughing at a person's name? Did he just say some joke? If he did then he for sure didn't quite understand it himself.
At Harry's confused look Derrick placed both his arms in surrender and slowly controlled himself "And why Harry would you be looking after our very Divination professor?" He asked the green eyed heir still smiling from the previous joke the said heir had involuntarily said.
"She teaches Divination here? Which tower and floor?" Harry completely ignored the elder boy's question as this was more important.
"Past the long corridor...atop the Divination stairwell..." Derrick said trying his best to imitate Trelawney "You will find me in the North Tower of Hogwarts dear boy of Cooooold!" He screamed and then started laughing again as he fell back on the plushy recliner. Harry didn't find it funny. "Sorry bud, I wasn't able to stop myself because this actually the first time a first year asks me about She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named five days into the Yule holidays. But you got your answer, yeah? Also, you will be given the Advanced map in your third year that describes the third year classes."
Harry nodded and excused himself, the boy was not usually weird. Ergo, this was either the O.W.L pressure or just the hilarity of the situation which made Harry wary of approaching the North tower of Hogwarts and into the lairs of Sybil Trelawney. But he had a job to do and he would indeed find all the answers, period.
"Oh and Harry?" Said boy turned his head and quirked his left eyebrow. He had wanted to quirk his right one but he wasn't that much pissed off by the idiotic behaviour the fifth year claw had just shown.
"I was serious about spending some outside time. One needs to know more than just studies. You can borrow my Cleansweep if you want to ride and release some stress. Merlin knows how good you are at it." Derrick told him grinning. Harry just gave a nod "I will keep it in mind." And that's the most the fifth year prefect could have from him.
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"So are we clear with what we have to do with the bottom and top five this year?" Dumbledore asked them as they finalized their tallying up of students and who needed an extra class in which areas of study. When his staff members nodded their consent, Dumbledore gave a wide smile and steepled his fingers "Now, since that is done, I am sure we can talk about the selected few students now. And I would like to know about everyone's favourite Potter. So Minerva, let's start with you, what can you tell about him?"
Minerva gave a small smile of her own "He is not that good in transfigurations practical or theory but he is a hard worker. Give him a spell and he would practice it again and again till he is able to do it. He also gives the homework on time and never gave me the chance to complaint for reaching late to class, perfectly well mannered boy." She gushed her pride "I am telling you Albus, if he focuses more and manages to score better then I could easily declare him a model student even."
Dumbledore smiled widely and his century old heart swelled with pride 'Looks like sending him to the Weasleys was a good idea after all' "What about you Filius?"
"Never allowed me to deduct points. He is, as Minerva said, not blessed with scholastic aspects though he has a very huge thirst for knowledge. He even declined the position on house Quidditch team in exchange for an year's worth of pass to the Restricted section!" At everyone's alarmed face the squeaky professor completed himself "Under the oath to NOT to touch any dark arts book. Honestly Albus, both of us know that there is more in there than just Dark Arts."
"Yes, but still-"
"And he has Irma there to guard him, right Irma?" The charms professor hurriedly shifted the topic towards the sexy librarian whose eyes widened at such a sudden turn in events while she was busy planning ways to get her daily visitor to notice her as more than just professor "Err...ye-yes. Harry reads nothing but Potions and sometimes Charms books. I haven't ever seen him read a Dark Book, not even DADA ones. Though he keeps on noting information from various Potions, Charms and Ritualistic books."
"Ritualistic books?" Minerva asked the youngest librarian who just shrugged "Not every time but yeah, sometimes they are indeed ritual books. Nothing dark though." She added the last bit hastily fearing that her tongue slip could have cost Harry his free pass to restricted section and he would stop visiting her knowing it was her who caused this.
"Then it's-"
"Irma dear, we are not talking about Harry Potter. We are talking about Alan Potter." Dumbledore told her as if teaching a first year.
"We are?" Flitwick asked astound before shaking his head in denial "Then no, neither have I offered Alan any position at Ravenclaw Quidditch team nor did I give him any free pass for restricted section. And why would I? The pass would expire before it saw the doors to Library, the boy has never been seen anywhere near the book house." The dwarf charms professor shook his head again.
"And he might have done Transfiguration homework Minerva but that boy never submitted mine on time. in fact, for the first few times I had to make him understand that being the Boy-Who-Lived never meant 'No Homework'." Flitwick was really pissed off from the boy who joked about his height and heritage, if not for the Hogwarts bylaws, he was sure he would have challenged the boy to a duel and shown him what it was like when you mess with a 'Two foot ugly, old Liliputian'.
"Not at all Filius, I meant the other one." She said and looked towards a very confused Dumbledore "You were talking about Harry right?"
Dumbledore blinked twice at the urgency in his deputy's words before shaking his head in denial "No Minerva, I meant our favourite one. Alan Potter." It looked like it was a wrong thing to say because immediately the temperature in his office dropped by degrees.
"I guess you need to move out of your 'Alan can never harm anyone' image and step into the real world Albus." Minerva said as calmly as she could and frowned when the headmaster gave his own 'I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about' look.
What followed would forever be known as the time when the supreme Albus Dumbledore got beaten down by his own staff just because he disagreed with their views on who the better Potter was. There was certainly no need to mention that the Supreme Mugwump would forever remember this meeting. Thankfully Severus Snape didn't take Harry Potter's side, but that not a good fact because the potion's master didn't take any of the Potter boy's side and instead kept on insulting both of them equally.
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"Professor Trelawney?" Harry asked aloud after not getting any reply to his third knock on the wooden door. Part of him wondered if this was indeed the real place or Derrick decided to be a prat for the first time in his life. But then he threw that thought out. He knew if Derrick had indeed decided that then this would be the first and last time the prefect dared prank anyone.
When he didn't get a reply, he called the divination professor once more before slowly pushing the door ajar. He took a sneak peak and frowned at the condition of the room inside. It looked more like an attic than a real classroom. Tea Tables with two-three chairs placed around them, crystal balls and a huge teapot with various tea cups around it. And then there was the mysterious mist that permeated in the room from Merlin knows where.
"Professor Trelawney?" Harry called out once more but again got nothing in response and so he stepped inside. He wouldn't have if this task was not that important and this room didn't look like a Divination classroom. But Harry didn't know any other branch of magic taught at Hogwarts that included the use of so many crystal balls 'So, you live this time Derrick' he thought as he passed the threshold and started moving around the tables calling out the professor's name again and again.
Harry indeed found the female divinations professor. Though in the state he found her was not something he would ever like to meet any of his professors till absolutely necessary.
Sybil Patricia Trelawney was sitting on a chair in a hidden portion of the maze like room, with a bottle of sherry in her hand while a huge collection of various alcoholic drinks and their brands were kept in the hidden shelf beside which she was sitting. With her face on the table, drool escaping her lips depicting her deep state of sleep.
Harry rubbed his forehead in frustration. He had just wasted twenty minutes in search of a drunk snoring witch 'No, I won't let go of this. If she can't answer my consciously then I will have them in her unconscious state ' Harry breathed out his frustration and flicked his wand out of his silk wrist holster and pointed it at the sleeping woman.
"Legilimens" And with that he unleashed his magic on the sleeping unconscious divinations professor of Hogwarts, in search of just one thing...The Chosen one's Prophecy.
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Harry shook his head again as he touched his chest. It wasn't as painful as it was when he got hit by whatever it was that hit him, all thanks to his enhanced body and magic. But that never meant that it didn't hurt. More morally than physically because...because he was Harry Potter, Master Legilimens Grade seven. And in all his encounters this was the first time he encountered it.
Who would have thought that seers are blessed? Not the 'I-know-the-Future' blessed, it was the 'I-have-a-mind-that-no one-could-conquer blessed. So, back to the question who would have thought that? He was sure that he didn't. Up and until the moment that he entered in Sybil Trelawney's messed up thing she used for a brain. He still remembered the experience because it most certainly wasn't a good one.
Harry had just entered the brain box of Sybil Trelawney and winced when he saw it's condition. Spherical globes floating here and there. Encircling a HUGE impasse of green land that was barren at a few places and a few places held ditches too! What were the ditches supposed to mean in her life? Neither he knew nor did he cared one bit. Ergo, he just kept on moving.
The weather was a mixture of sunlight and sunset, in fact now that he noticed it, there were two suns and two moons. The land was littered with all the kinds of flowers, good-bad, healthy and poisonous. It was like some kind of collection and not only of land...of weird creatures too. There were creatures roaming the lands. They weren't bound by anything and didn't stop or guard something in particular. It was like this mindscape was not a mindscape but a 'Freedom land' where everything was free and did whatever it wanted till it didn't disturb others.
And Harry was thankful for the policy because he was in no mood to deal with Grims or falcons or deadly twelve feet tall laughing skeletons that were sitting round a bonfire. Were they even getting some heat? He had no idea.
Harry just kept on travelling and looking for a part where the prophecies that she had recited were stored. He needed to see some indication. Some tight locking system or confusing maze but all he got was a huge expanse of land filled with all the oddities the world could offer, and Harry had to admit that it was truly a very ingenious thing to have in a mindscape.
Finally getting tired of just roaming around doing nothing he decided to pluck a flower and see what it was or look in a ditch to see if they were some kind of undergound tunnels. This was the precise moment when he saw a brightly glowing white tulip. Harry went forward and was about to touch it when he heard a voice behind him.
"I wouldn't do if it was you my dear."
Harry turned around to see the smiling figure of the woman whose head he was diddling with. He immediately took up a defensive stance and flicked his wand out to prevent any and everything she threw at him but she surprised him by laughing and waving her hand as if his presence didn't matter her. Harry hated being classified as nothing, he had strived hard to-
"Oh you may have strived really hard to be whatever you are but I don't want any fights her." Her response confused him more "How could you read my mind? It's you who I am reading not the other way round."
"Yes-yes and so is the mystery of magic." She answered cryptically before waving it off "Now that's for another time. Tell me what do you want, take it and leave. I have to attend a tea party with hollow bottles! And believe me, they get very grouchy when I am late."
Harry looked at her warily. If this was indeed Trelawney then it was no surprise Derrick laughed at him when he asked her location.
"Dear boy, stop those useless thought of yours! Just tell me what you want, take it and go." She snarled one moment and then smiled as if greeting a guest.
"Won't you harm me for being here or try to kick me out of your secrets?" Harry was wary because this was the first time a stranger was giving him free access to their secrets.
But Trelawney...or her image shook her head "Many come to this place, seeking what they desire. Some get what they want and some need to want it more for getting what they want. No one leaves this place empty handed." her cryptic replies could have made him ill if he was a normal boy with a normal brain but sadly for her, he was Hadrian Potter and so he nodded as he understood what she meant.
"I need to see the memory of December 1980 where Sybil Trelawney gives a prophecy." Harry said as clearly as he could and thought this was going to be the easiest thing he had done. He didn't know what the fates had in for him.
"Then you need to follow me young man. And tie your shoelaces, it doesn't look good on such a true heir as you."
Harry turned around as swiftly as possible, his wand at ready to subdue this new intruder who was...Sybil Patricia Trelawney? Dressed in a full body, high neck black robe that stuck her physique like second skin, her unruly hairs in a tight bun with a really fierce expression in her brown eyes that were behind thin, frameless rectangular glasses which were placed on a thin and sharp nose. She was indeed Trelawney.
Harry turned his head again towards the one who had cautioned him from plucking the tulip and there she was, with all her shawls, beads and necklaces, her hairs as rough as they usually were and peering at the other Trelawney from behind her round extra powered spectacles with something akin to fury. If Trelawney ever got furious that is.
"Tie your shoelaces heir and follow me. There is nothing to gape around." The black suit Trelawney said with a sniff of disgust.
Harry was indeed impressed. Having one mind guardian was a common thing but having two mind guardians was something not easily seen. "For Ananke's sake Heir. Tie your shoelaces and just follow me!" The black suited one growled again and Harry looked down to see his shoelaces were indeed unties. 'Strange' Harry thought and flicked his wand to tie his showlaces.
"Why follow you? He will go with me. I was here to take him first!" Shawl Trelawney said and took her steps to reach Black Trelawney.
"You are not good enough for that yet, it's your job to greet visitors not show them around." Black Trelawney shouted at Shawl Trelawney as Harry took a step forward and fell.
Both of them stopped arguing as they saw Harry stand up and look at his shoes again. They were tied yes, but they were tied to each other!
"Such an idiot boy we have got. One doesn't tie his shoelaces together." Black Trelawney spat while Shawl one calmed her down.
Harry flicked his wand again and looked up pointing it at both of them "This is the last time I am saying this. Do not mess with me." he growled and threw an organ liquefier at one of them who jumped to the side.
"Stop hitting us you troll. If it wasn't you then there's only one person who could be doing this." Black Trelawney growled and looked around while Shawl Trelawney shook her head muttering "This is what I feared."
"Who?"
"Why who else? Sybil Trelawney of course!" Both the Trelawneys exclaimed and snapped their fingers in anger.
"Awww...I hate you two. You ruined my perfect entry!"
Harry turned around again and he was gobsmacked by what he saw. Sybil Patricia Trelawney, age 13. With her hairs in pigtails and a big cheerful smile on her face that showed the dental braces she used. She wasn't wearing any spectacles and so her brown eyes, glittering with joy was completely free for the world to see. Or just Harry for now.
Harry shook his head. Three guardians? Was this even real? Exactly what level of Occulomens Trelawney was to host not one, not two but THREE guardians? He only knew about three people who had this much level and Harry was sure that was only because they had gone under several high power rituals.
"Oh that stupid classification again. When will people understand that we are way more than they could perceive?" Black Trelawney grumbled as Shawl and teen Trelawney laughed. "But that's beyond the point. Come heir, I do have other tasks you know." She said and moved forward to grab Harry's hand but was immediately stopped by Shawl Trelawney.
"Who gave you the right to show him when I am still here?" And with that they started again.
"Let them argue. They always do that, come with me. I will show you the Prophecy chamber and many interesting things like The Dimensions bridge, Plasma World and Whirlpool of life. We even have the-"
"Stop right there girl. He came to see his prophecy and he will just see that and move out!" Black Trelawney snarled at teen one who ran towards her shouting things like 'Who are you to tell me what to do' and 'I am the mistress of my own sphere'. What sphere? Harry literally had no idea. But that wasn't needed as the sister's started moving forward while arguing at the same time.
Wordlessly Harry followed them looking around himself at each and everything. His wand trained and his mind fully on guard, he couldn't be sure as which of the Trelawneys turned around and cursed him. One could never trust a mad person with what they had, have or will do.
But thankfully it didn't come to that as he trekked behind the three continuously arguing Trelawneys. He still couldn't believe that such a mad woman honed this good occulomency skills. He saw the three momentarily pause and cursed himself for forgetting that somehow they could hear each and every one of his thoughts. Maybe this was a side benefit of such advanced occulomency skills?
Harry wasn't able to continue his musings because the three Trelawneys stopped arguing and turned to look at him simultaneously. Each having a cpmpletely different expression on their face before the teen Trelawney came towards him jumping giddily and laughing as she pulled his hand towards the other two ""Come Harry. We finally reached the Prophecy Chamber! It's so unfair that they get to do whatever they want every single time!" She whined as she pulled Harry by his arm.
"Behold Hadrian, for now you are going to witness the utter majesty of prophecies." Shawl Trelawney said and opened the huge black stone doors with just a push from her index finger. He absently noted that each of the Trelawneys referred to him differently.
Harry entered the dark room that had granite walls. glittering diamonds and other precious stones were imbedded in the walls. There was no ceiling and the stars were clearly visible. He had never seen a clear starry night as now and he had seen more than a few hundred starry nights. "Where now?" He asked but got no response from either of the three Trelawneys. He turned around and saw that why.
Harry was completely alone in that room. The door was closed and there was no one other than himself. No Shawl Trelawney, no Black Trelawney and no Teen Trelawney either. Just no one.
"Enter Hadrian James Potter-Peverell, First of his name, Air Elemental, bearer of the gifts of Mnemosyne, Asclepius, Circe, Aeolus and Athena and third owner of the gifts of Hades. Born on July, Thirty-first, Nineteen Eighty-one. One, whose destiny had been carved on the perished sands of time even before he arrived on the mortal planes of life."
Harry frowned at the ethereal voice that was neither male nor female but a mixture of two. It was of someone who definitely knew him better than he thought though the naming of Greek gods and goddesses confused him a bit. "Who are you?" He asked aloud and in response got the entity to chuckle.
"Why? your guide ofcourse. Come seeker, enter deeper and meet me at the end. Everyone does."
Harry frowned at that, he certainly didn't think Trelawney could have something of this measure "I am not coming till you tell me who you are."
The voice chuckled again "Then both of us can wait for another eternity and we still won't have shifted an inch on the immortal plane."
Harry contemplated his options before shrugging himself and moving forward. There was no other way he could move either anyways. Throughout his way, the place seemed to stay the same with the voice of 'Come, Come dear seeker' repeating itself.
Till the point he finally reached the end of his path, the end where a cave-sque threshold was giving off bright eldritch glow from inside.
"Enter Seeker." The voice said and he entered only to freeze where he stood.
The room was HUGE with only a round 3-4 meters in height, elevated platform that had staircases around it. On top of the staircase was a gigantic single eye rotating slowly on its axis. The eye was the thing that was giving the eldritch glow and had electricity coursing through it where the pupil should be.
At the base of the eye was a woman, sitting completely naked and giving him an all knowing smile. She had frizzled brown hairs, crooked nose and a thin frame...She was Trelawney.
No, she could have passed off as Trelawney if not for the hairs having streaks of pure white and her eyes weren't hollow with the same electricity as 'the eye' floating through them.
"I am not that beautiful in person, am I?" The woman asked seeing him stupified and laughed when he didn't speak.
"Oh, I know all about you Hadrian. I have seen you be born, conquer and of course...kill them." She said with the same all-knowing smile making Harry pause in his actions.
"I have even waited for your arival and foreseen the infinite ways this meeting of ours could end... unfortunately all of them end the same way."
"Who are you and how do you know so much about me?" Harry asked feeling wary, she certainly wasn't normal and therefore not entirely in his range of things he could destroy. "Ah, so you choose the six hundredth and ninety second method." She said shaking her head and surprised.
"Well, to answer your questions, I am what you mortal knows as the 'inner eye' and knowing things is what I do. Peeping in the future, staying in present and yet preserving the past is my job." Harry again frowned at the cryptic way she had answered him but didn't poke her on it.
"Oh, you may not 'poke me' because you can't." She said and laughed "Now tell elemental, what do you need." Harry's brow twitched at being called out so casually "If you know everything then you might also know what I want, why ask it from me?"
"Of course I do! But knowing things is a bore. This is why I enjoy my small moments of not knowing things and let it happen as it wants." Harry just quirked his right eyebrow at that but didn't say a thing and pushed his mind to total blankness.
"A strong feat for a thirteen year old but not for you is it Tueur N-13?"Harry's eyes widened at the last part and out of habit he flicked his wrist...nothing? He looked at his hand and flicked it once more only to grab nothing.
"Such a shame Harry. Lost your wand already?" Trelawney said in the Teen Trelawney voice and immediately Harry remembered how she had come jumping his was and pulled his wand arm till they reached the doors of prophecy hall. "Not bad Harry. You remembered me!" She said in the same voice and cackled giddily.
Harry narrowed his eyes at her "Why are you playing with me. Give me what I want and save yourself." He growled.
Trelawney paused for a while before laughing more "I am playing with you? It's you who is wasting my time. Tell me what you seek elemental, take it and go.
"Lips thinned in frustration he spoke "The prophecy. I want that. The one that describes the fall of the dark lord. Given by you in the year 1980, December month." Harry spoke as clearly as he could. He was seriously getting irritated by this idiotic woman.
"Which world?" She asked him innocently making him pause for a while. "You didn't think Sybil Trelawney just saw this world did you? This world's Sybil Trelawney lives here but each of Ananke's blessed ones have the power to witness changes in other worlds too. Just like they are blessed with me as their guardian."
'Means...' Harry's eyes widened at the implications of such a thing. Trelawney nodded "You would be correct in assuming that none of the things Sybil said was wrong. It was the place and time that she said that mattered."
"Could this mean that the Prophecy of December 1980 was for someone else?" Harry asked the...thing "It could have. But the one about whom this Prophecy was, took a rash decision and made the prophecy bound to occur."
'Voldemort' Harry thought and saw the woman nod.
"So, this Prophecy is bound to occur...means the monkey fart is still alive?"
"Why am I not surprised by your brain's capability?" She laughed but then again the nodded solemnly "Sadly, he is and you will meet him soon...oh yes, very soon...but that will not happen now or tomorrow or the next week...you will have the chance and it's up to you to decide how you shape the future Elemental."
Harry nodded his head solemnly. He had been preparing himself and this has just strengthened his resolve to finish the old wanker for good.
"But now, our time ends...and so, I will have to push you out." She said as if she was restraining herself from doing it.
"No! Give me the prophecy or I will utterly destroy you." Harry snarled and threw a wandless bodybinder at the smiling woman. To his horror, the woman just shook her head and placed her hand in front of the curse...She held the orange sizzling curse between her forefinger and thumb. Like literally held it, and smiled.
"You can have whatever you like elemental, but not from this place. My work was to inform you about the changes that had, have and will always be occurring where you stand. You cannot live a life without the strains of choosing between things important and easy. Powers you don't know yet have put faith in you and you shan't...upset them. Result could be...fatal."
Harry tried to move himself as he saw the woman slowly twist his curse in the palm of her hand and change it into raw electricity. The same as the large glowing eye and her eyes.
"We will meet again elemental. It's already carved. But for now..." She smiled and threw the ball swirling raw hot electricity in it right at him. He tried to dodge. To move away or channel his inner magic to block it. Oh yes he did every possible thing one could think of and yet...and yet he bore the full impact of whatever it was that thing threw at him.
The last thing he saw was her eerie smile before she whispered 'Until next time'...and the world collapsed around him.
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Harry shook himself to bring him back to his present situation, which was sitting half naked on his bed in his Ravenclaw room.
After he had been literally thrown out of Trelawney's mindscape by whatever that thing was. He had immediately taken aolace amid books because even if he had spent hours inside it, the teal world had just felt half an hour and so he couldn't run away to the astronomy tower for the soothing atmosphere of a starry night.
This encounter had given him a lot to think for and Harry would kill himself before forgetting this incident.
The words, 'True heir' and 'Powers you don't know yet' still rang his brain. He will know them all...he will work his very best to know and then conquer each of them.
But for now...'Voldemort is alive...as alive as he could be and Hecate knows what he is doing right now' This much information was good enough to strengthen his resolve to kill him. His mom...dad...
Harry gulped blood and clenched his fist, he had so wanted to kill Voldemort in his childhood when they first told him of 'The bad guy who killed his mommy and daddy', he had been naïve then, a child... powerful for his age, yes. But not enough to kill the darkest sorcerer of the century.
But now he wasn't. Now he had resources and will accomplish his task even if it took this entire world to go down the path of massacres and obliteration of human kind.
HE WILL DO IT!
Harry calmed himself once more and after ten seconds opened his eyes. They were back to the usual cold mirrors than the blazing infernos they had been not moments ago.
This was the state that helped him to think things. Take steps, play politics. Use his brain for his betterment and others destruction.
And right now the brain told him that there's one very important letter to write. 'Tueur N-13, eh? Thank you for showing me the right path, oh inner eye...'
But before he could have even gotten up from his comfortable bed to write the said letter, someone knocked on his door.
'Knock Knock Knock'
Harry narrowed his eyes and looked towards the door. He then looked at the time on his bedside clock '10:38 pm...who could it be? '. The knock had sound feeble, as if the person didn't want others to know they were here...or maybe they just wanted to check it if he was asleep? And then ambush him? Possible.
Harry flicked his hand and trained his wand on the door as he moved to open it. His adrenal glands started working overtime and his blood started running wild with magic. His mind activated the extra senses and he forwarded his magical sensor sheet towards the door.
"Harry? Open the door...It's me.". The voice was a hushed whisper still his enhanced senses heard it clearly.
Harry paused momentarily before closing everything and still keeping his wand ready opened the door. What he saw made him frown.
"Su?...What happened?!"
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Ending Note- And There you have it fellowmen, Thirteen chapter of 'Silence of the Winters'. Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Please tell! I am almost always waiting for the mouthwatering reviews you give.
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