Echoes of Another Fool
Chapter 34: Echoes of Another Fool
Harry awoke the next morning, his mind still processing the events of the previous day. The conversation with Parvati about her cousin Dipak had stirred something deep within him, but he was determined to move forward as Harry Potter. As he dressed for the day, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and paused, studying the familiar yet still sometimes strange face looking back at him.
"Ready for another day, mate?" Ron called from across the dormitory, jolting Harry from his thoughts.
"Yeah, just about," Harry replied, adjusting his robes. He glanced at Scabbers, curled up on Ron’s bed, and felt a twinge of unease. The memory charm he had placed on Peter Pettigrew seemed to be holding, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was playing a dangerous game.
As they made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry’s thoughts turned to his growing Seer abilities. He hadn’t had any major visions since the Chamber of Secrets incident, but he could feel something simmering beneath the surface, like a storm gathering on the horizon.
Hermione was already seated at the Gryffindor table, her nose buried in a thick book. "Morning, Harry. Ron," she said without looking up. "Sleep well?"
"Well enough," Harry replied, helping himself to toast. "What are you reading?"
Hermione looked up, her eyes bright with excitement. "I've been doing more research on advanced divination techniques. It’s fascinating stuff, Harry. I think it could help you."
Harry felt a surge of gratitude. Hermione, despite her initial scepticism, had been supporting him through his journey as a Seer. "Thanks, Hermione. Maybe we could go over it together later?"
As they ate, Harry noticed whispers and glances from the other students. Word of his performance during Quidditch practice had spread, and he could hear snippets of conversation speculating about his "uncanny reflexes" and "natural talent."
*If only they knew*, Harry thought. His Quidditch skills weren’t just natural talent—they were a combination of his past knowledge as Dipak and Harry’s instincts, perhaps even influenced by his emerging Seer powers.
After breakfast, as they walked to class, Harry made a decision. "I think I want to start a study group," he said suddenly, causing Ron and Hermione to look at him in surprise.
"A study group?" Ron asked, less than enthusiastic.
"Not just for regular subjects," Harry clarified. "I mean for divination. Advanced techniques. I think it could help others, and I think there might be students who are interested."
Hermione’s eyes lit up. "That’s a brilliant idea, Harry! We could call it... the Seer’s Circle or something."
As they discussed it, Harry felt a sense of déjà vu, as though he’d had this conversation before. He shook it off, chalking it up to the lingering effects of his internal struggle.
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Later that day, Harry found himself standing outside Professor McGonagall’s office. His heart raced as he gathered the courage to knock on her door. He needed official permission to start the Seer’s Circle, and though McGonagall was strict, she had always been fair.
"Enter," came her crisp voice from inside.
Harry stepped into the office, taking a deep breath. "Professor, I’d like to start a divination group—something outside of class, where we can explore advanced techniques," Harry began, explaining the Seer’s Circle.
McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "A divination group, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes," Harry said. "I think there are other students who’d benefit from it. We could study safely outside of class, and I’d be guiding the group."
McGonagall’s sharp eyes bore into him. "Divination is a complex, unreliable branch of magic. But given your... unique situation, this may be a valuable pursuit. I will allow it, but know that I will be closely monitoring your progress. If I see any signs of danger or disruption, I will shut it down. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Professor. Thank you," Harry replied, relief flooding through him.
As he left McGonagall’s office, Harry’s mind buzzed with plans for the Seer’s Circle. He had no idea that the group would soon become much more than just a study circle—it would be key to understanding his abilities, and preparing for the challenges ahead.
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That evening, the group met in an abandoned classroom on the fourth floor. It was old, forgotten, and perfect for their purposes. The moonlight streamed through the broken windows, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The desks had been pushed to the sides, creating space for the students seated in a loose circle.
"Welcome," Harry said, standing at the centre of the room. "This is the first official meeting of the Seer’s Circle."
Hermione looked at him, a mixture of support and scepticism still evident. She had done extensive research, but even she wasn’t fully comfortable with Harry’s newfound powers. However, she was here to help him understand what his visions could mean, and to make sure things didn’t spiral out of control.
"We’ll start by choosing codenames," Harry continued. "It’ll add some mystery and privacy to the group."
"Codenames?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow, but she didn’t argue. The students were excited, quickly choosing tarot identities. Harry chose *The Fool*, a name that resonated with him more deeply than he cared to admit and why not? He is already seer pathway, A strange feeling of déjà vu flickered through him again.
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As the evening went on, Harry found it harder to focus. His visions had been more frequent, and now, they were almost overwhelming him. As he demonstrated crystal-gazing, his surroundings flickered, and suddenly, he was no longer in the classroom.
He stood in the darkened corridors of Hogwarts, just outside Gryffindor Tower. The portrait of the Fat Lady had been slashed, and in the centre of the chaos stood a large black dog—wild, feral, its eyes gleaming with malice.
The vision shifted again. This time, Harry found himself in a fog-shrouded realm. A figure in grey loomed before him, manipulating the mist. *Beware the Fool’s Path. It will lead you to places you are not prepared for.*
"Harry?" Ron’s voice brought him back to reality. Harry blinked rapidly, realising all eyes were on him.
"I saw something," Harry whispered. "There’s going to be an attack. A large black dog—soon."
Harry thought the time had already come, when Sirius black attacked Gryffindor boys dormitory, for the whereabouts of the Rat.
Hermione looked pale. She had been researching Harry’s powers intensely, and though she was sceptical, Harry’s predictions had proven accurate before. This time, she didn’t question him.
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Rumours spread that Harry predicted an attack in Gryffindor boys dormitory.
Halloween night arrived, and an air of unease settled over the students. The Great Hall was festively decorated, but Harry couldn’t shake the ominous feeling from his vision. The attack was coming.
During the feast, Professor McGonagall rushed into the hall and whispered to Dumbledore. Within moments, Dumbledore stood to address the students. "Remain calm," he said, his voice serious. "There has been a breach in Gryffindor Tower. Sirius Black has entered the castle."
A wave of panic swept through the hall. Whispers filled the air as students were escorted back to the Great Hall, where they would sleep for the night under close supervision. Harry, Ron, and Hermione found a quiet spot in the corner.
Ron looked at Harry nervously. "Do you think he’s still in the castle?"
"I don’t know," Harry replied, his mind still racing with the images from his vision. "But we have to be ready for anything."
He thought to himself,“ He most likely left the castle”.
Hermione, watching Harry closely, knew there was more to his Seer abilities than he was letting on. She had already uncovered some alarming theories in her research, but she also knew that now wasn’t the time to confront him.
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That night, as Harry lay in his sleeping bag, sleep came fitfully. When it did, it brought another vision.
Once again, Harry found himself in the fog-shrouded realm. The figure in grey stood before him, his voice echoing through the mist. "The Fool walks a dangerous path, Potter. You are not the first. Beware what you seek, for it will lead you to ruin."
Harry saw flashes of a village under attack, spells lighting up the sky. Overlaid with that vision, he saw Sirius Black, standing over a broken figure, blood dripping from his hands.
Harry jolted awake, gasping for breath. The whispers of his vision still echoed in his ears, even as the Great Hall remained silent. The lines between reality and the future were blurring, and Harry knew something far worse was coming.
His last thought before sleep overtook him again: *What does it mean to be The Fool?*
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In the hallway, after the chaos of the night, Dumbledore and Snape stood at Harry’s bedside, their expressions grave."His powers are growing stronger," Dumbledore said quietly, watching as Harry slept fitfully. "I fear we do not fully understand the extent of his abilities."Snape nodded, his usual sneer replaced by genuine concern. "There’s something… different about his magic. It feels darker—more ancient."Neither of them noticed the faint mist swirling around Harry’s fingers as he slept, nor the whispered words that escaped his lips: "The Fool….the Hanged Man… Justice.”
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