"I can't believe you got detention tonight Harry! Angelina's going to be pissed you're missing tryouts," I exclaimed. We were walking out of Defense Against the Dark Arts now that class had just finished.
"I wasn't going to just sit there and let her call me a liar," he defended.
"Yes and in normal cases we wouldn't either, but she's a ministry official-" Hermione tried to reason.
"And? Why does that make her special?"
"It doesn't! But she's looking for any reason to get you or Dumbledore into trouble. You gave her exactly what she wanted." We all sighed knowing Hermione was right. In the end Harry gave her the exact kind of reaction she was looking for.
We didn't speak of the interaction between them Umbridge and Harry any further and went to the remainder of our classes. I had a free period so I headed to the library to go check out if any books had information about Seers. I forgot the promise I had made to Sirius to research my powers with the craziness that was this week.
I walked into the quiet library and set my stuff down at an abandoned table. There was hardly anyone in here since it was the middle of the day.
First I had to figure out where to start looking. I had no idea if there were any books in this library pertaining information about the powers I had. I walked down each isle, dragging my finger across each topic of books.
I could check Dark Arts, but Seers didn't seem to be a forbidden type of magic. I thought about searching through History of Magic and trying to find a trace of the origin. Flipping through those pages made me feel even more overwhelmed when I could feel all the historical events in the Wizarding World piling up my brain. The only thing I saw was a couple pages on Occulemency and how to master the power. I shut the book and put it back on the shelf, sighing with the waste of time I had spent.
I walked down a couple more rows until I got to the mystical creatures section and found the letter S. None of the titles of the books explicitly said "Seer" so I had to skim through piles of books to find something.
I huffed when again I wasn't able to find anything regarding the topic. In the same isle though was a bright blue book that stood out in the corner of my eye. Warily, I reached out towards it and read the front page titled Muggle Religion. I wondered why this would be in the mythical creature section?
When I opened it, I saw a the table of contents show chapter titled Prophet and Seer. I immediately took a seat and began to read the information on the page.
'In the Muggle world, an influential person in their religious lives is someone who serves to be a Prophet. Famous muggle leaders: Isaiah, Jeremiah and Ezekiel all saw visions of God's throne, in which they looked upon God himself and learnt profound truths about his nature. Muggles see prophets as someone who relays their Gods messages, intentions, and purposes. These messages may show themselves as visons, images, or even God's voice.
A Seer in the wizarding world holds a similar role. Merlin bestowed this gift upon a woman he fell in love with when he was only a young wizard. Knowing that he would be the most powerful wizard in the world, he gave this power to his one true love so that she would have the ability to protect herself and others around her when he wasn't there.
The power a Seer has is the ability to receive images of the future laying before them. They may come in quick flashes during a critical situation or predicted years prior to an event. There are many different types of Seers. One's who see a vision with a long time period coming, short term images that show moments prior to something, or the voice
Voice Seers are among the rarest because they are direct descendants from the woman Merlin provided this power with. They happen to be the only one's who can develop their skills further. It happens with the young witches age, and deep concentration.
SEE ******* FOR MORE INFORMATION'
My fingers turned the page to see the book continue with more Muggle religions. The writing on the page directed to another book for more information, but it had been crossed out with ink and bled through the paper. I groaned in frustration but felt somewhat happy with the small discovery I made.
Age and concentration? So maybe if I focused on finding the voice in the back of my head I would be able to reach it?
'Hello' I thought in my head. I waited a few seconds, stupidly waiting for a reply but got none. I closed the book and got ready to go to class. It was a silly idea to try talking to a nonexistent source in my head.
I arrived to potions and groaned at the face Professor Snape was making, which was a grumpier one than usual. Draco walked past me and bumped my shoulder, smirking at me while he passed.
Ew.
I sat down next to Neville and prepared myself for a long period.
"Everyone head over to your designated cauldrons," Snape spoke sternly. I lifted my bag and brought myself over to the empty cauldron. My book instructed that I was to squeeze out the juice of a beetle eye.
"Yuck," I muttered, and took the beetle eye into my hand. Instead of squishing it with my hands, I took a small knife and squished it against the counter. The juice squeezed onto the blade, and once I had gotten as much as possible out, I flicked it into the potion.
"I think i'm gonna pass out," Neville grumbled, trying not to vomit when handling the beatle eyes.
"Wait until you see step 5," I whispered over to him. The book said we were to extract pus from a Bobotuber and add it into the potion. I was absentmindedly following the steps when a poof of smoke came out of my cauldron. I tried to turn my ladle to mix the ingredients more, but Snape stopped me.
"Thank you Miss Pine for not following directions. 10 points from Gryffindor," he spoke to the class and I frowned, "the ladle is to be turned counterclockwise, let Miss Pine here serve as an example of what not to do." I could see Draco and Pansy go out of there way to point and laugh at what I had done but I just rolled my eyes.
"I know where I wanna stick my ladle," I mumbled under my breath but got back to work when I received a pointed glare from Snape
I guess I had turned the ladle the wrong way because I was half distracted. All my mind could focus on was the 'deep concentration' the book had mentioned. Although it didn't offer any explicit instruction, it still made sense. Both times when I had heard the voice it was purely accidental and happened during situations that could've ended with death; Snow and Harry.
What if I was able to do more than that? I was more than happy to be able to save someone from a fate such as death, but I had a feeling I could protect people even more than that. I closed my eyes and concentrated hard.
Is there any danger here?
At the lack of any weird feeling in my body or voice, I gave up and did the potion as Snape instructed. As soon as the class was over I knew I had to go get changed into my Quidditch clothes and start tryouts. They began an hour from now but I wanted to make sure everything was prepared before then.
I got to my dorm and grabbed my new broom that was hanging by the side of my bed. The gloves Ruby got me where folded neatly on my sheets, alongside a pair of thick socks since I knew it was supposed to be cold tonight.
My hair went up into one singular tight French braid that stayed glued to my head. The last time I wanted to be fun and creative with a hairstyle, another chaser had yanked my pigtail so hard during a game I fell off of my broom.
"Are you ready!" Ginny started jumping when she appeared in my room.
"Shit when did you get in here," I cried holding my hand over my heart.
"Ages ago! Now come on! If I wait any longer I'm going to psych myself out and go diarrea or something." I laughed at her nervousness and felt thankful that I didn't have to go through the torturous anticipation of tryouts.
"You have nothing to worry about Ginny, everyone says you're an amazing player," I assured her.
"Yeah but who knows if there is new talent this year, you can't guarantee me anything," she stuck her finger up in my face, "now let's go."
"Oh wait!" I called and got on the ground to lean under my bed. I pulled out my old broom which was still in great condition and I knew that it was newer than the one Ginny had, "I wanted to ask if you wanted to borrow my broom? I mean you can honestly have it now that I have my other one." Her mouth dropped as she held it from my hands.
"No I can't—"she backed away.
"What yes you can!" I encouraged and pushed the broom into her hands.
"You're...certain?" I nodded and she jumped giving me a hug.
"I love how you act like an actual girl around me," I teased knowing that she would never show this giggly side of herself to anyone.
"Just for you," she winked.
"Alright let's go recruit a kickass Gryffindor team," I smirked. And with our new brooms under our arms we walked down to the Quidditch Pitch.
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I'm SO excited to post all the Quidditch scenes!! They were super fun to write, so stay tuned (((;